Maya listened to her, growing aware of how different their lives had been. He had never known what it was like to be free, even after he'd ran away,it wasn't really freedom. Just hiding. As for Izzy, she'd grown up free and probably couldn't imagine not knowing freedom. Maya had his own dreams of what freedom must be like and these had spurred him to run, but he'd never actually experienced it. He listened to her speak, with interest. "It's very brave of you to do this," he said. "I really hope you find him."