“Well, that’s good,” Izzy responded with an amused smile at Holden’s response.
	When Mikey pointed out that she still had his paper, she glanced between him and it with a sheepish expression. “Oh.” She cleared her throat slightly. “Right.” 
	She held it in front of her. Though still the chicken scratch of youth, this time, without it moving frantically in her grip, she was capable of making out most of the address he had written down. If [i]she[/i] could read it, she figured Holden would be capable of the same feat.
	“Since you're from around here,” she reached over to hand him the address and map, “have any idea where this is?”