All Izzy was sure of, right now, was she wasn't in Ohio anymore. This was all a bit much. There were a lot more questions she had, and she wasn't sure which one to start with. A deer infected with what? Was this a personal thing or did she stumble into someplace with very strange priorities.

But instead she focused on the question she had to answer. And that one tiny joy she could take out of it. She could answer, and someone would listen to her. And she hoped, really hoped, wouldn't parse out the obvious name it used to be. "Izzy."

She could just be herself, not wear that name her mother saddled her with. A name that didn't even have any love to it. Ohh, that's a thought she didn't like. Let's avoid that one from now on, focus on the good. "You out here on your own, that's why you have all this security?"