When Mikey stepped away, at first, Izzy was worried he would run off. She watched him carefully, expecting to have to make a grab for him if he ran away—after all, that would mean he knew [i]something[/i]—but instead, he answered.
	She blinked in surprise at his downcast agreement. She returned his gaze with curious confusion. Her mouth opened slightly when he told her whose house they were trying to get to. 
	“The lost calf…?” she repeated. His answers had only created more questions, but she did not voice them. Not yet, at least. For now, they had to make sure it was not just a case forgetfulness or oversight.
	“Okay,” she said at long last once they had used up their few resources. She stopped as they rounded a corner, and looked to Holden. “I’ve got nothing here.” She threw her hands up, then looked to Mikey. “But,” she placed her hands on her knees and bent so she was closer to Mikey’s height, “I know someone who might be capable of helping. He knows a lot about this weird, supernatural stuff. He’s helped us,” she nodded toward Holden, “out of sticky situations, so maybe he can find a way for you to get to your mom’s house. He’s a ways out, though, and the only way to talk to him is to go him. What do you say, Mikey? Can I ask you to trust me? Just for today?” She offered him a hand, unsure if he would accept it, or push it away.