Iggy had run away again. After his parents had won the court case that his adoptive parents had filed against them in a last desperate attempt to make him their son in the eyes of the law, he did it frequently, his parents stilltreated him like, more or less, a conversation peice than a real son, social services still refused to take his word into account after a court appointed psychologist( who was a brilliant actor as well as easily money greased palms) had declared him mentally handicapped as well as blind, so he was unfit to give any sort testimony. He usually just ran off for a couple of days, just to make them sweat a little, but this time was different. His parents had filed a restraining order against the family who had tried to adopt him after their son ( and the only best friend he had outside the flock) had said some rather nasty things about them and the petition to have him turned over to their care didn't help matters. No they had broken the last straw, and he wasn't going to come back. He could live up in the rockies or find that little canyon where the hawks lived, if push came to shove he could stay with Max and , it could be anywhere as long as it wasn't here. He started to make his way towards Arizona, even if he couldn't see he could smell and hear his way there well enough, it was as well worn a path of any in his mind. Something about the feel of the air under his wings that night made him feel uneasy, even the normally raucous crickets seemed to be trying to keep their conversations to a soft whisper like they were worried that someone, or ...something would overhear. Iggy paused for a minute before he took off, even though he'd never been superstitious something about the night made him hesitate. But only just. Unconsciously he kept his distance from a old Itex instillation he never knew exist. Luckily evil preferred to travel by the roads.