Repose

[A day or two after everything calms.]

[Call: Atticus M]
[Ring!]

[Locked to Mean-Eyed Cat Employees]
Everyone, check-in.

[Locked to Dahlia H]
Dahlia, how're you doing?

[Public]
If anyone needs any help with cleanup, just let me know. I'm pretty good with lifting heavy objects.

[After this, and finding a way to access the forum, she sees that she wrote a couple cryptic, partial messages in the past few days to some people, but doesn't remember. It's an emergency, so Des group posts to people who know about magic(Patrick and Newt), someone who knows about death(Daniel), and family(Billy and Marta).]

I need help.

[After this.]

O Rose, thou art sick.
The invisible worm
That flies in the night
In the howling storm
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy,
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.

The Sick Rose
- William Blake

[During this.]

[Call: Patrick G]
[Ring, ring, ring!]