Holden nodded gratefully, trotting off to Izzy's bike before riding it off in the rough direction of the abandoned school. Hopefully he remembered where it was well enough to find it again, as Izzy doubted it would come up on a GPS search. Meanwhile, Mikey had taken a seat on the bench where Izzy and Holden had been sitting and chatting just a few hours ago. He had taken his backpack off, setting it between his feet dangling off the bench. He looked content enough, head swiveling around to idly admire the scenery of the park. Perhaps now that it was just the two of them, Izzy could coax more answers out of this kid, and figure out what the deal was.