Mikey didn't look at Izzy as she spoke to him, but he did let go of her leg, taking a few steps back as he cast his eyes downward.

"Of course it's strange."

His voice sounded sad, but not like he was about to cry.

"If it's impossible for me, it will be impossible for you."

His voice sounded hollow, as though he was broken inside.

"No matter how many times I try, I will never get there."

He looked up at Izzy, obviously in pain but unable to express it.

"I will never get there."

He said again.

"I will never get to my mother's house."

His face lowered again, and he whispered,

"After all, I'm the lost calf."

Before Izzy settled on the conclusion that the supernatural was at work, she had to eliminate every other possibility. She, Holden, and Mikey tried to track down the address five more times. They tried shortcuts through side-streets and empty lots, they tried going a very long and circuitous way around, and they even tried going door-to-door to find the address. Holden even tried to use the GPS on his own phone, but had similar results to Izzy. In the end, no matter what they tried, they could get close, but could not find the address itself.

For Izzy it had been a vampire. For Trevor it was a wolf, for Holden a crab. And now it seemed Mikey was suffering from a cow. It was possible that Holden had suspected something like this hours ago, which was why his mood had been so sour since they started touring around town with Mikey. He had spent years of his life possessed, after all. Even so, having confirmed the presence of the supernatural, they didn't have much means of combating it. Knowledge was power, after all, but that left the lot of them rather powerless.

There was one man that might be able to help them, though. An annoying old man who was too old-fashioned to own a cellphone at times like this.