"Not exactly," Isaac says, his attention boring straight into that calendar as he pays attention to the little moons underneath the dates. He should be fine for a couple of weeks, but if he doesn't know where he is, then who's to say his anchor will work the same as before. "I've got school, though," he says. "And cross-country meets."

He curls his fingers tighter against the bag and looks at April again, wondering why they're here. "What were you doing right before you got here, again?" he asks, wondering if maybe there's some common thread. This is Stiles and Lydia's area. Isaac sort of does as he's told.