"No," John said, rubbing the back of his head as he visually searched the room for clues. "It isn't." As he pivoted, he noticed that the young man had picked up the poker, after announcing his reluctance to use it on the window. John pointed at it. "I hope for both our sakes you're planning to use that on whoever trapped us in this house." He turned his back on Izzy and lifted a sheet from a piece of furniture in the corner. It was a desk. He pulled out the drawers and found stationary and ink, an open invitation to a dance, and a few other pieces of paper. John sifted through them. "All of these are dated from last spring," he noted.