The woman was not wearing wizard robes. The rags covering her bodies could hardly be called clothes at all.
“Who are you?” asked Rebeccah.
“I…can’t remember. Help me?”
“What is the problem?”
“I have been here so long, I don’t remember who I am, or what I am. I just remember being unable to move for several weeks.”
Rebeccah was shocked. “Unable to move?”
“I only managed to move again a few minutes ago. What happened?”
Rebeccah understood. The poor girl was probably held in paralysis for several weeks. Wizards could be cruel sometimes. She did not know what prompted this bit of cruelty, and as she wondered what would cause someone to do such a thing. She smiled, patting the girl’s hand. “It’s all going to be all right –”
The crashing noise had the girl whimpering, as Anthony and James entered the apartment, knocking down a garbage can.
Rebeccah glared at them, shocked.
“Are you OK?”, she asked.
Rebeccah looked down at herself, noticing for the first time the bruises, cuts and the dirt on her clothes. She started laughing, realizing the insanity of it all. Anthony and James stared at her, shocked, until they joined in.
James was shocked out of his amusement when he noticed the whimpering girl in the corner.
“Who is this?”, he asked.
“I am not sure,” said Rebeccah, “but we apparently freed her from weeks-long paralysis cast by this wizards when we neutralized the magic here. She’s traumatized. She doesn’t remember her name or how she got here.”
“They have lots of hand-written journals here,” said Anthony.
“perhaps one of them explains her. I’ll start collecting them and we’ll sift through them back in the office.”
Rebeccah nodded, and took the woman by the hand. “We will help you. Don’t worry. Can I get you some water?”
As she drunk, and got up, Rebeccah noticed the red-haired woman was pretty, under the dirt and rags. “Come, we’ll drive to our office,” she said, taking the woman by the hand. As the two walked outside, Rebeccah noticed all the cars have been destroyed.
Rebeccah smiled. “Or…get a taxi.”
This was not the first time that this was the only way to go. Cars have a way of not meshing well with wizards, as wizards have often known and so have been avoiding them for long time a now.
The thing to do would be to get that woman cleaned up, and that wouldn’t happen in the office. Rebeccah decided they would first swing through her place.
“We’ll see you in the afternoon,” she said to the guys, who were still seeing what they need to do in the apartment itself.
“Let’s go,” she said to the disheveled woman, “you’ve been in the shadow of magic for too long. Time to see the light.”