The lights are off and Isabelle is crouched behind the couch, waiting patiently for Billy. People are in hiding all over her tiny apartment and this had been her idea, but it has put her a little bit on edge. The quiet gives her too much time to think, too much time to risk lapsing back into her own head, and she's trying desperately to focus on the door, to focus on the surprise.

And then someone knocks at the window and Isabelle's head whips around, startled. Billy could be coming up the stairs any minute, so she quickly twists the latch and opens it to let Tim inside, hurrying him. He looks different without the mask, she thinks, but that would make sense, she supposes.

"Shh!" she hisses at him, dragging him down behind the couch next to her once he's inside the window. "He'll be here any minute."