It was an odd day when Valdis was assigned to patrol, even odder because she'd had words with the head detective about a case he was pursuing. A case she disagreed with. Still, getting out of the Sentry headquarters and wandering the city after the storm gave her precious insights to how the rebuilding was going. A call for the Sentry caught her and her partner's attention, and since they were the closest patrol, the two of them responded within moments.

"Stand back, please," the crowd parted before her, which still freaked her out a bit, but it had to be a lingering effect of the last story, "What happened?"

She paused, staring at the man on the ground with a blanket under his head. She glanced up at the spinning wheel, then back down. She knew this story.

"Oh, God," her tone implied that this was not a request for aid, but rather a form of swearing, something she rarely did in English. It took her several seconds to recover enough to demand help taking him to the White Sage Clinic. She was going to find another way to fix this if she had to pass the gates of Death to do it.