Sammy was sitting in her bed in the main Docwagon facility in Seattle. She had been checked out by modern medicine but also by one of the magically active healers in this facility. The verdict was some internal organ damage, but nothing that couldn't be helped with some medication and a couple of days of rest. While the magical healers probably knew how it came, they had accepted her story about something gone bad during some stunt work on a project that had to remain secret. While this would lead to some speculation on certain MoSoSos, she could fall back on time-honored replies to keep inquisitive people off her back. But for now she had to get some business done. First of all she called James Dermott, a talismonger she knew in Seattle. Since it was during business hours, she was fairly sure he would be there.
"Hey, James," she said when the connection had been made.
"Hey Sammy," came the reply, "where are you now?"
"I'm back in Seattle, currently in the Docwagon hospital," she said, "nothing serious, just some overcasts. You know how it goes, right? Say, I would like to initiate. Do you know a group that can help me with that?"