The trip to Chicago had been a quiet affair. Thankfully, there were no hostage attempts, bombing situations, or a woman’s water breaking. All in all, Levy was able to rest for four hours before shit hits the fan. One thing she knew upon entering the Super scene was that someone will always need something from her. After checking in at the airport, she was looking quite hesitant on turning her phone on.

The black screen seemed to mock her, making her feel like she was turning back from her responsibility. The ghost-bird chirped, phasing its head through the phone. A small smile appeared on Levy’s face, amused at her ghost’s antics. “What would I do without you?” She murmured, opening the phone. Meanwhile, the ghost-bird perched itself on her shoulders. 

And, just as she predicted, there were messages, e-mails, and a missed call lined up on the screen. Levy released a small sigh with it all, carefully reading each and every one of them while she waited for the assigned Guild personnel that would drive her to their branch. Thank the Gods that she rested during her flight or else she would’ve ignored each and every single one of them. 

There were usual greetings from the branch here in Chicago with the time and place specified on where she’ll be picked up. She was already at the airport’s lounge so that was good. The Guild personnel should really know what she looked like with her rank and all. It would be disappointing if they didn’t. Building good relations wasn’t a one-man job, after all.

After reading the Guild messages, Levy went straight to the e-mails. A sigh escaped her lips upon reading them. There were tons of requests in regards to healing the requestees’ family members. While she would normally be fine in doing so, some cases were just impossible. While some agents of Death would take a step back, allowing her to heal some patients, there were others that wouldn’t budge and all she could do was look on as they die.

Levy was a miracle worker but she was no God. There were also some patients that made a pact with evil spirits. Those were the troublesome kind of requests. Purifying or killing the evil spirits were sometimes not worth it. She had to chase them, had to make sure they were far enough from the host so they wouldn’t take the body hostage. Remembering her first case of that was a traumatizing experience. Thankfully, it seldom happens.

Filing those mails away for now, Levy was now confronted by an unfamiliar number that called her about two hours during her flight. There was something familiar with the number but she couldn’t remember why it was so. Well, it wouldn’t hurt to call back. Someone might have needed her and wanted to check on her so calling back wouldn’t hurt. If not, someone probably just punched in the wrong number in between and telling it to the caller won’t hurt.

It would also stop pesky repeated calls.

Tapping the number, Levy put her phone near her ear, hearing it ring. After a few second, the call was answered. “Hello?” She asked.