She smiled when he corrected himself about<i> their</i>house. But his next question caused her to feel sudden confusion.  She didn't keep track of most of her neighbor's cars, but very few people in her building went for bulky vehicles like SUVs, just as a rule.  "Not that I know of, but it's--"  before she could finish the sentence, she heard the distress in his voice and then a volley of gunfire.<br/><br/>"Casey?  Casey are you still there?  What's happening?!"  She demanded, but only heard the battle raging on through the phone.  She pulled it away from her ear and immediately started a second call, contacting the wizarding authorities in the area.<br/><br/>"My name is Evelyn Frost---Yes, that Evelyn Frost.  My husband, Casey Murphy, I think he's been attacked, we were on the phone and then there was gunfire and I need assistance to the Primrose Apartment building.  320 East on  80th Street, in the parking garage.  There was a lot of gunfire, please send a unit prepared for that sort of thing."  She demanded and though she thought she heard the woman tell her to stay on the line, in a panic, Evelyn switched back to her call with Casey, only to find the line go dead a moment later.<br/><br/>Catching a cab might be faster and she somehow knew Casey wouldn't want her running toward the danger, but she ignored that impulse, took off her heels and began to run down the dirty streets of New York City, trying to get to him before something terrible happened.  A few minutes later, she arrived to the apartment building and began to make her way to the parking structure adjacent to it.  Though the sounds of fighting and nearby emergency vehicle horns filled the air, she didn't slow or stop.  She began to escalate the stairs inside the structure, looking frantically for her husband.