<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/m80iqxq.jpeg)</div><strong>Hero Points:</strong>1 (Everyone);<strong>Luck Points:</strong>5/5<strong>Conditions:</strong>None<br/><br/>"Several cars in the parking lot were destroyed and the electrical grid had to be shunted, if that's the right term," Izumi explained. "The hospital weathered it quite well, but I'm sorry that you had to go through all of that. And I'm not uncomfortable now. Seeing you here helps a lot."<br/><br/>She hugged Rakutsu as he came over, then patted the side of the hospital bed. A gesture for him to sit by her and one Rakutsu recognized as a sign that she was going to say something important. Or something she thought was important.<br/><br/>“I already told Ryoko and Teruko, and you likely know a few of them already, but given all that’s happened I should make sure to tell you again just in case. On a stapled sheet of paper in the dining room is a list of all the email addresses and phone numbers of my contacts. Things like plumbing and electrical repair, doctors and dentists, and some friends and family I trust very much. I have this all on the computer too, but the printed version is more of a back-up copy.”<br/><br/>Then Izumi wrote something on a piece of paper, and gave it to Rakutsu. It was instructions about where to find a false wall in one of the closets back home.<br/><br/>“Tear it up once you memorize it,” she said. “You’ll know what it’s about once you find it. I hope that you understand. So, how are you getting along with Ryoko and Teruko?”<br/><br/><hr/><br/>It wasn’t long before Izumi shifted the conversation to less weighty subject matter, more than a bit of it inquiring into Rakutsu’s social life and places they’d visit once she was discharged from the hospital. When it came time to leave Ryoko and Teruko accompanied him. The idea of visiting his hospitalized classmates seemed to come to him rather than the other way around as a middle-aged lady walked down the hallway at a brisk pace. Crying in Spanish, her words were too fast and distraught for any high-school level Spanish class to accurately translate, although Rakutsu could recognize “El Diablo.”<br/><br/>A group of three people, an older man with bald graying hair and a pair of elementary-aged children, were not far behind.<br/><br/>“My apologies,” the man said to the three as the kids reunited with their grieving aunt. “We’ve all been through some rather trying times.”<br/><br/>Being around Rakutsu’s height, he looked straight at him. “Ah, you’re one of Adolfo’s classmates! Saw you play for the school Sockeyes. The name's Martin, by the way.”<br/><br/>He offered to shake Rakutsu’s hand. “I don’t know if you and he get along, but you’re all in our prayers.”<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Insight DC 15</div><div class="spoiler_body">Martin’s trying to be diplomatic and put on his best face. Rakutsu can sense that he’s just as fearful as the woman, but is remaining strong for the sake of the children present.</div></div><br/><em>Adolfo’s hospital room has a half-dozen people outside it, all family members by the looks of it. They don’t know her well and may not let him through unless he can sneak a peek or convince them he’s trustworthy (the younger family members are comfortable enough to talk in English).</em><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Deception, Persuasion, or Stealth DC 20</div><div class="spoiler_body">On a successful roll Rakutsu had enough time to get a glimpse at Adolfo before a team of nurses parted the crowd for more treatment. He’s certainly been affected by the Silver Storm, although he looked less like an animal/plant hybrid and more akin to a literal bat-winged demon. His long black hair remained the most recognizable feature, his skin a bright red and a pair of horns emerging from his forehead. Adolfo groaned, unpleasantly awakened from a restless sleep by the opening of the door.</div></div>