"Come on Hit!" Izzy called from the door. Hit walked there, raising an eyebrow.

"Why?" he asked. "Where are we going?"

"We're going to see my sister!" Izzy called. Izzy's mom smiled, even though Hit knew she couldn't see him. That woman had amazing patience. Hit stayed beside Izzy as they walked out of the apartment complex and to the car. Izzy's mom (whom Hit still didn't know the name of) buckled Izzy up and got into the driver's seat. Hit sat down in the passenger's seat, but didn't bother trying to buckle up. Hard to hold things if you just phase through them...then again, Hit wasn't sure why he wasn't phasing through the seat, either.

Izzy's mom drove them to another building, and Hit felt his stomach drop. He'd seen a few, on his various missions, that looked similar, and he knew what they were used for.

Izzy's sister was in a youth detention center.

Nonetheless, Izzy got out of the car quickly, and Hit followed. He wasn't sure what to expect, as he'd never been in one of these buildings before. Surprisingly, the first room was a waiting room, with a receptionist on the other side of a large window that had a few slots near the bottom. Izzy's mom walked up to the receptionist, and Izzy followed. Hit took in the room further before following as well. They went to the next room, which looked like those phone rooms with the glass partition. Izzy sat down in the chair, and Hit looked through the window as an older girl, though probably not more than twelve, was led in by officers. The older girl sat down in the chair and spoke with Izzy through the phones for a while, then looked at Hit and raised an eyebrow.

"Wait...can she see me?" Hit inquired.

"Can you see Hit?" Izzy asked her sister. Her sister nodded, and Izzy pulled the phone away from her ear just enough for Hit to hear as well.

"Not the strangest person I've seen," her sister confided. "The name's Brynn."

"This is Hit," Izzy introduced. "He's my friend!"

Brynn smiled. "I'm glad that you found a friend, sis."

"How long until you come back?" Izzy asked. Brynn shrugged.

"Probably just another year. Think you can wait that long? I'm sure Miss Valentina won't mind bringing you back every now and then."

Izzy perked up. "Okay!"

Hit remained silent, trying to put the pieces of this puzzle together. "Why is she in here though?"

Brynn leaned back in the chair. "Glad you asked. You see, back when we lived with our biological mother, she had this boyfriend that would try to hurt us. So I hurt him in return. And got sentenced to four years in this lovely juvy hall. I don't regret it, it's what tipped off the child services that something was wrong in that house. Izzy here went to Miss Valentina, and I came here. I have to ask something of you, though."

"What is it?" Hit inquired.

"Take care of Izzy for me. I can't do it myself, and I just want her to be safe," Brynn pleaded.

Hit was silent for a moment. "...Of course. I'll keep her safe."

"Thank you."

The officers informed them that time was up, and Brynn smiled at Hit and Izzy before being led away. Izzy hung up the phone and got up.

"Ready to go home?" Valentina asked. Izzy nodded.

As they left, Hit stayed close to Izzy. He could do what he promised. He could do it better than anyone else possibly could.