Izzy frowned as they turned back around, making their way once more down the road. She glanced around again, the tension in the air unsettling. She had to do [i]something.[/i]
	“Soooo,” she drew out, clearing her throat awkwardly. “Mikey. Where is it, exactly, we’re trying to get to?” She glanced down to him. “It'd be nice to know. I could help keep a lookout for the place if you give me details. A house? A big one? Small one? Anything that might set it apart from the rest?” She thought about the drawings on his paper. “Maybe a bunch of animal statues?” She offered him a smile, trying to encourage an answer from him.