Me: April fools! I did upload! This chapter was… long. That's all I can really say. And let me clear some things up right now. Yes, this story only has a few more chapters left. No, it is not the end of this world and these characters. I do have a sequel planned for after this story is done, so be ready for that.

Until then, enjoy! Leave a review and let me know how I did! Raven, out!

Chapter 18: Damage

Rachael woke up slowly. She was warm and on her stomach, with her wings splayed out. Her eyes opened slowly. A thin, green sheet covered her. She was lying on a mattress. She hadn't been so comfortable in a very long time. She tried to move her wings to push herself up, then winced in pain.

She gasped for breath and analyzed the room. An IV drip stuck into her side, and a soft bandage covered in a cold gel she could feel soothing her inflamed throat wrapped around her neck. The room around her was a hospital room, though with slight differences to the ones she was used to. The equipment was clearly designed to cater to smaller creatures, and her bed was large enough to fit animals only slightly bigger than herself. Aside from that, it was a relatively generic hospital. The droning beep of a heart rate monitor echoed in the background.

She felt several aches and pains across her body. Some were the stings of the surprisingly horrid cuts she attained, and some the dull throb of bone injuries. She felt for her foot to assess how it felt after its mistreatment. She felt no pain where her foot was. That was good.

She didn't feel the bed or covers on the foot either. She tried to move it, except there was nothing to move. She gave a shrill squawk of shock, followed by a horrible pain in her raw throat. Ignoring any pain, she thrust the sheet off of her.

Her foot was gone. Her yellow Staravia leg only ended in a stump expertly stitched together. She stared at in shock. Her mind raced in several different directions. What would she do? What could she do? They had amputated her foot!

Several seconds later, the door was thrust open as a nurse, followed by a Blissey. Rachael stared at them blankly.

"Don't worry, sweetie." The nurse chided in a soothing voice. "You're safe now. Your friend contacted the authorities and told them what happened. It was a rather long story, but we have the idea. You're Rachael, a student at the local high school, correct?" Rachael nodded mutely. "Don't worry; only a select few people know about your and your friends' situations."

Rachael stayed quiet, with a dull expression, she turned to look at her leg once more. The nurse's expression softened. "We did all we could, but we were unable to save the foot. We don't know what caused it, or your other injuries, but they were bad. Your friend refused to share those details."

So Hannah didn't tell them about Mr. Clark. That was good. The last thing she needed was to hear every detail of him and what was going on regarding him. Rachael's eyes trailed to the door.

"Oh, that reminds me, you have some visitors. Are you okay with me getting them, Miss Rachael?" Rachael nodded again, wishing the nurse would leave her alone. The nurse quickly walked out the door while the Blissey remained in her room, checking her vitals while using her healing moves to lessen the pain.

"Darling, who did this to you?" The Blissey asked, checking the mark under the bandages around Rachael's neck. Rachael froze, waiting for the Blissey to finish in that area. She quickly tied the bandages back. Rachael began to shake the feeling of it wrapped around her throat. It was tighter than before. She violently shivered, squeezing her eyes shut, as though electricity would course through her at any time. "Rachael. Calm down," Blissey assured in a stern yet calm voice. "You don't need to talk about it. The bandages are helping you. Take it easy."

The door began to open again. Quickly, Rachael composed herself as much as a bird missing a foot in a hospital bed could. Three people walked in. One was Hannah, dressed in a fresh pair of jeans and looking exhausted. The other two were her parents. She gasped, suddenly feeling the need to hide her form.

They both looked fatigued, as though they stayed up all night. They had on casual clothes, which was a far cry from their usual formality.

"Rachael…" Her mother murmured, tears filling her eyes. "My baby…" She collapsed onto her knees, her chest racking with sobs as she cried over Rachael's bed.

Rachael only stared. Her father glared at her. "Hannah told us who did it. We'll sue Clark the moment they find him! We'll sue him for all his money!"

Rachael bolted upright. "No! Don't do that! Michael went through the same thing I did! That money is his, too!" Rachael winced as the pain in her throat flared. Her parents looked confused.

"Miss. Hannah, do you understand her?" Her father asked awkwardly. Hannah, who had been passively sitting in the room, nodded.

"She said that Michael went through exactly what she did, and taking his money would just take it from Michael, who needs it since they won't find Clark." Her father turned to her slowly.

"They 'won't find him?'" Hannah nodded vaguely.

"They won't find him. He's alive, but they are not going to be able to find him." Why was she so vague about it. Her father turned to her.

"Is that what you said?" Rachael nodded. Surely Hannah had a reason not to tell them about Clark.

"What can we do?" Her mother asked in tears. "How can we help you? You went on this little excursion, and gained nothing!"

Hannah cut in. "That's not true. All of us together helped stop Mr. Clark. He was going to try and massacre all pokémon. We stopped him. Rachael helped stop him. And we have a solid lead now."

Rachael wasn't sure she exactly helped, but she went with it.

"Really? What's that lead?" Her father asked reluctantly, as though not expecting much.

"Classified Intel. The point is, we know what we can do, but we need to go somewhere one more time."

"Where? I'll drive you." Hannah shook her head.

"A: you can't drive there. B: humans aren't allowed there," she informed, looking away.

"You're a human."

"No, I'm not." Her father looked surprised. Hannah pulled off the headband, revealing her Milotic antennae. "I can do some lovely 'not human' things. I'm allowed there."

Her father is quickly composed himself. "Regardless, I'm not letting my daughter go back to a death trap!"

Hannah glared. "She was perfectly fine until it came time to return here. That's when she was captured."

"No! My daughter isn't going to leave!" Her father stepped back and stormed out the room. Her mother was flustered, and with a final look to Rachael, she mouthed "go" before following after him. It was now just Rachael and Hannah.

"Sorry about that…" Hannah muttered. Rachael shook her head.

"Don't worry about it. What's the plan?" Rachael asked numbly, despite the searing pain in her throat.

"As soon as you're ready to go, I'm getting you out of here. Danny is hiding in Michael's room as well. We're going to my house to pick up Bella, and we're going to the village."

"Bella? Your nine-year-old sister?" Rachael asked, fondly remembering the girl that bear hugged Noctus. Then she realized. She touched Noctus when he had the virus.

Hannah nodded stiffly. "She's an Eevee now."

Rachael blinked. "So… your family knows?"

"Rachael, the whole world knows. Nothing concrete, of course, but a girl turning into a pokémon doesn't go over lightly. Then we showed back up as we are. We've made national headlines. Again, I haven't told them anything about Clark's… uh… fate, or even the mountain and village. They're searching for him after I fingered him for the transformation.

"Where is he?"

Hannah shook her head. "We'll talk about that on the way to the village. The doc said you'd be ready to go, though would need to be monitored, by tomorrow. How are you holding up, anyway?"

"Could be better," Rachael admitted, her eyes drifting to her leg.

"Yeah, I saw that. Arceus, what did he do?"

"It's done. Don't worry about it."

"Rachael…"

"I just want to get out of here."

"I don't blame you."

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It was the next day, and her parents were filling out documents to get Rachael formally released from the hospital. Hannah showed up with their bag, ready to go. The moment her father looked away, they briskly walked out the door, Hannah keeping a firm hold on Rachael while her mother watched silently. It was early in the morning, so Bella was still exhausted. Hannah was holding Bella, who indeed was an Eevee, and Rachael in her arms while they walked. Bella's fur, however, was a much brighter blonde shade instead of the typical Eevee brown. They reached the forest borders rather quickly. Danny was there with Michael.

Rachael stared pitifully at him, the image of his father driving the syringe into his eyes was burned into her memory. He was a Lucario now. It must have hurt him immensely to evolve into that surrounding such circumstances. She noticed his eyes were closed. Come to think of it; she hadn't seen him open them once since the needle incident. The aura feelers were raised, likely because it allowed him to see.

Arceus, was he blind? Rachael stayed quiet; her throat still was sore when she spoke. Danny gawked for a second at Rachael's missing foot as anyone would. Hannah set the tired Eevee girl on the ground, who stumbled around, muttering incoherently.

"So!" he awkwardly began. "I had to camp out in Michael's room until we had the chance to make a break for it. Not easy holding up an illusion for that long. Anyway, we eventually got out, and here we are! Do you have the… things? Hannah?" He asked seriously. Hannah nodded.

Rachael gave Hannah, who was holding her in her arms, a quizzical look. They were a mile into the forest before she said anything. "Rachael, Michael, that reminds me." Hannah pulled two things out of the bag. One was Michael's favorite coat. He snatched it up, and quickly tied it around him like a cape once more, without a word.

Rachael saw something dangle in front of her. It took her a moment to focus in on it. It was the quick claw she won with Amicus.

"My quick claw… Hannah… Thank you," Rachael expressed in awe. "Where did you find it?"

"Mr. Clark kept it on his desk. I grabbed it when I grabbed his notes and ingredients. That's what we're doing. We're taking his stuff to the village to try and make an antidote," she explained as they walked.

"I don't think humans can pass the virus," Rachael began. "None of our parents turned into pokémon; the only one who did was Bella, and she touched Noctus when she hugged him at Hannah's house."

"I remember that!" Bella began, suddenly much more awake. She must have been an Eevee for several days before they returned since she didn't seem to struggle very much with walking as a quadruped, unlike Danny, who still stumbled around ineptly. Perhaps it was a defect in the virus. Michael not being able to talk, Rachael not being able to use attacks, and Danny having trouble walking. It made sense that an unfinished virus would not be perfect.

Bella rambled on about how she turned into an Eevee. "The day after Hannah left, I felt really funny! Then everything started hurting, and I fell asleep. When I woke up, I had a tail, and my ears were super long. Mommy and Daddy were panicking and took me to a doctor. They didn't know what was causing me to change. Then I fell asleep again and woke up like this!"

They talked for a while. Eventually, Bella got tired of walking and fell asleep, with Michael carrying her while Hannah safely gripped Rachael, who couldn't fly for very long after the abuse her wings endured, and certainly couldn't walk.

By the time night came, they were almost to the village. They pulled sleeping bags out of the backpack and slept. Bella had a blast. She found wild Pecha berries and had been happily munching on them under her sleeping bag. It was a sleepover adventure to her. Rachael was laying in another sleeping bag, hardly taking up any space in it. It was unbelievable how different things had become since the first time they slept in the forest with Noctus guiding them.

Rachael wondered about school. Surely they would let her make up her work she missed. She could help the others with theirs as well. Wait, that meant she wouldn't be a Staravia much longer. The thought struck her as sad. She enjoyed this form, all things considered. She still had an obligation to return to her true form. That's how she felt. Would the others share that opinion? Hannah practically didn't have a choice since a mental barrier was the only thing keeping the transformation from finishing. Danny would take some persuasion. What about Michael, though? If his eyes were not already better, would they ever be?

Rachael fell asleep pondering this.

She couldn't move. Her wings were bound once more. The smell of burnt flesh and blood overloaded her. She shrieked, writhing in pain as she suddenly couldn't breathe. Mr. Clark towered over her, pulling the chord around her neck taut. Her very being felt as though it were fire. She shrieked again. Mr. Clark's eyes were overshadowed, his mouth a thin line. Rachael continued screaming. He then brought his fist down upon her foot. More pain.

"Rachael! Rachael!" Rachael snapped awake, in a cold sweat. She breathed slowly. Hannah had been shaking her awake. Rachael looked around. Everyone, save for Bella, was awake and staring at her, alert. The only one not looking at her was Michael, who was sitting down, biting his lip

"I-I woke you guys up? I'm sorry," Rachael apologized, embarrassed. It was still dark, But Rachael could clearly see the worry in everyone's faces.

"You were screaming pretty loudly. Scared me half to death," Danny admitted. "Was it about what happened… there?"

Rachael nodded reluctantly. "Yes, but don't worry about it. I'm fine now!"

"Hey, Bird-Brain, do you think we're buying that? 'cause news flash, we're not. Tell us what happened. We can't help you if you don't let us," Danny persisted.

"Unusually profound of you," Rachael snapped. It was evident she didn't mean it. "W-well… you saw that cage we were in? We were thrown in there with our a-arms and wings bound. Periodically, we'd be yanked out. Mr. Clark grabbed me by my foot, and always slammed down into it with his fist, or whatever heavy thing was nearby when I was too l-loud."

Michael was now completely turned away, hugging his legs with his head turned skyward.

"He would throw us onto that t-table. To keep us from moving, he wrapped that black cord around our necks. If we were to move too much, it would choke us… it was hard not to move, though. To keep us quiet, he also… he also shocked us with it. He would let it electrocute us for minutes at a time. All the while, we were struggling, hurting our necks. Then, he would inject us with chemicals. They never did much more than cause mild discomfort on their own, but he would jam them in… He drove them into Michael's eyes, too."

Hannah and Danny were mortified by the time she finished. Rachael was shaking, and Michael was now rubbing his neck with his paw. She squeezed her eyes shut.

"Sweet Arceus…" Hannah muttered. "That explains… everything."

"You just can't get captured without hurting yourself, can you?" Danny chuckled humorlessly.

"I just want to go back to sleep. It's done now. Goodnight." Rachael retreated to be under the sleeping bag. Danny and Hannah whispered among each other for several minutes before finally going to bed as well. Rachael did feel a certain burden lifting, though those images still flashed in front of her when she closed her eyes. Whatever. She'd be okay.

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They arrived at the village the next day. The first thing they did was go to the Chief Torterra's tree. As they walked, the group noticed how oddly vacant the village seemed. Torterra was thankfully still in his tree.

"Hello, humans." He greeted politely. "How did your search go?"

"It went well, actually," Rachael answered. "We have a lead, but I request the help of a psychic type to assist in the final step."

Torterra pondered this for a moment. "Yes… the psychic types' mental fortitude has kept them in their right mind for now. More and more pokémon have been losing control lately, except them. Very well. Bisharp!" He called. Seconds later, one of the knight pokémon appeared and bowed, head down.

"No need for formalities. Go get Alakazam, and tell him to come here." The Bisharp nodded and sprinted off. A minute later, there was a flash of light, and an Alakazam appeared.

"Yes?" He asked in a smooth voice.

"The human-turned-Staravia has found some means of creating an antidote but requires your assistance.

The Alakazam gave them an indifferent look, levitating up and down slowly. "Of course. Come, Staravia. I will take you to a place we may work." The Alakazam touched Rachael's forehead, and suddenly, the two of them were in a large treehouse. Rachael looked around. Many windows were letting in natural light through thin leaves used as a window, as though to prevent a draft. The building was well-lit and Spartan, with nothing more than a table smoothly carved with nothing on it. The walls were plain wooden planks, with no decorations. Dragonfire lamps kept the room brilliantly lit.

"This building has not had any rational purpose, though we kept it should we have a use for it. Now, I suppose this antidote has to do with some kind of chemicals?" Rachael fluttered up to the table, awkwardly landing on it with her good leg.

"Uh, yes, but Hannah, the human, has the bag with the things in them." The Alakazam made a sighing sound. He vanished, and an instant later, he reappeared with the backpack.

Rachael made an embarrassed chuckle and shuffled over to the bag that Alakazam had set on the table. She unzipped it with her beak and pulled out several crumpled up notes and the metal case. Using his psychic attack, Alakazam unwrinkled the papers and read them quickly.

"I am unfamiliar with many of these human terms. Would you care to explain them?" Rachael looked over the papers. They were filled with listed orders and quantities of various chemicals. Rachael read each of them out loud, and described their basic purpose. She was familiar with the vast majority of them. The ones she wasn't had some description tagged to them in neat cursive that Alakazam was able to use to get an idea of what they were and did.

Carefully, Rachael opened the large case Hannah brought. It was full of sealed chemicals haphazardly placed in. It was a good thing none of them broke.

"Your human friend seems to have acquired all the chemicals in the formula and then some. They have such odd human names."

"Most of the names come from an old language we used to speak."

"Interesting," Alakazam mused as he levitated the vials, analyzing the labels on them. "These are relatively complex. Do all humans know of these things?"

"Well, most of them have to learn it, but not everybody cares enough to remember them. I just enjoyed learning about things like this. Can't say I expected it to be useful in this way," she joked, carefully setting up some of the measuring equipment Hannah had the foresight to take. Rachael looked back at the notes. "This one is tagged with a date. It was seemingly made the same day we encountered the virus, meaning this is probably to one we should work to fix." She set it on the top of the pile.

"Yes, that would be logical. If you look here, this is likely what was used to make it target the DNA strings and break them down from the inside out. This agent being mixed with it would corrupt the string and cause it to replicate continuously," Alakazam began.

"Probably. This one right here was likely meant to damage everything and cause the body to shut down completely, but the one he put in here mixed in with it and caused it to corrupt DNA to some other form."

The next several hours were spent cycling through the various notes and comparing the effects. The sun was setting by the time they started concocting anything. Danny eventually came by to watch, but got bored and fell asleep. He snored quietly while they worked.

Rachael used berry juice Alakazam got to paint notes of what they added onto a wooden slab. Her sharp talon was easily able to cut through it, leaving purple, inscribed writing on the tablet.

By the time the sun rose, they had a large vial of a viscous black liquid ready to be tested. Several failed concoctions were separated back into their original form using one f Alakazam's incredible abilities. Their previous ones obviously wouldn't work due to a miscalculation one of them caught; this was the one that didn't have any apparent errors in it. Would this be the liquid to turn her human once more? It was designed to be far more reactive, so it wouldn't take several days to complete.

"I'll try the liquid," Rachael finally said once Alakazam held up the drink with his ability. He looked at her, thoughtful.

"Very well. I can use my mind reader attack to sense any changes in your brain during the process. This way we will know if it works and when it loses its effect."

Danny woke up at this. "No! What if it hurts you, Rachael?" he asked in a rush, jumping clumsily to his feet. "Let me take it."

"No, Danny. I'll be okay. I survived worse." Before he could take anything, and before she could second-guess herself, she dipped her beak into the vial Alakazam was levitating at her level, and she drank. It took all of five minutes for her to begin feeling dizzy. She sat down, holding her head.

"Oh man, oh man…" Danny muttered.

"Don't worry, I'm fine," she replied, despite feeling faint. Danny ran off in to get Michael and Hannah.

Alakazam looked to her. "I am going to put you to sleep until this is finished. Is that okay with you?"

Rachael nodded, breathing heavily. The next instant, she was in a peaceful, dreamless darkness.

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Rachael groaned and opened her eyes. She was alone. She felt a blanket draped over her. It was relatively warm. She was back in the hut Torterra let them use. She was laying on a makeshift bed of wool. Her throat was still sore, but better than it previously was. She ran her hand over it. The flesh felt raw and sensitive to… the… touch…

She jolted upright. She looked at herself. She was human again! She looked at her hands in awe. They were her hands! They looked different from before in minor ways, such as a lack of blemish in a spot on her arm, yet they were hers. She felt her legs. One of them abruptly dropped off. Her foot was still gone.

Why was that? If her limbs fixed themselves, why didn't her foot? Perhaps the limbs she had as a Staravia shifted into that of a human's, and since she didn't have a foot previously, it couldn't shift back. That made sense.

She looked to her left. Some clothes were folded, ready for her to put on. She flexed her fingers for the first time in what felt like a long one and moved to put them on. When she tried to put on the shirt, however, she felt something on her back. She quickly turned her head. Pinned to her back were two large, gray and black wings.

So she wasn't completely human. She felt the wings in awe. They moved similarly to the ones she had, except they were much larger, curving upward to her neck and reaching to what she guessed would be the back of her knees if she stood up.

She moved them experimentally. The wingspan was enormous, so she guessed they could lift her easily. She looked at the shirt and frowned. Pinning her wings with it would be possible, but she wasn't ready to have her wings bound again. She noticed the backpack nearby. She opened up one of its pockets and pulled out a pocketknife. She cut the back of the shirt, creating two large slits her wings could go through.

She'd have to skip on the bra for now. She pulled on the shirt, realizing it would be difficult to take it off. She shifted her wings around until they, with some effort, slid through the slits. It felt odd, but overall they weren't too restricted in their movement. It was odd. Her wings had functioned as her arms as a Staravia, so suddenly having both wings and arms felt similar to having a second pair of arms.

Once she was finished, she hesitated, unsure of how to stand up without a foot. She noticed a large, sturdy stick that would function as a crutch she hoped Hannah was the one who brought it, or else she'd have to give Danny a stern smack to the head.

Shakily, with the stick to support her, she stood up. The world looked so small when she was at her full height. Slowly, she made her way to the door.

It was midday, meaning she likely slept for a full day. Her hunger proved that. She frowned. How was she supposed to get down? She couldn't climb the vine net. Wait… wings. Duh. Slowly, she opened up her wings. With a leap of faith, she jumped off the balcony and moved the crutch so as not to unbalance herself while spreading out her wings. She nearly tried to flail her arms but remembered at the last second that her arms were not her wings.

To her delight, her wings were strong enough to hold her. With a powerful downward thrust, she gained altitude, again and again until she was safely above the ground. The balancing was very different but adaptable. Once she was a safe distance up, she took to gliding. It was far more difficult due to her taller body making it harder to go at a soft glide while remaining horizontal, but once more, still doable.

She noticed her group of friends, the Alakazam, Bella, and a certain shapeshifting pokémon in the field. Hannah was in the water, kicking her feet nervously with her head and arms on land.

Danny was pacing clumsily, and Michael was sitting like a statue, propped against a tree. Alakazam pointed Rachael out to everyone else. They stared at her in joyful awe, save Michael, who was smiling slightly without his head turned as she circled them. Then she realized.

"Um… guys? I can't land!" she yelled to them. She felt a pang of sadness. It was an odd thing, not having a foot to stand on. She could only hope for some prosthetic limb when this was all over. She could probably get one without much fuss, assuming she could avoid a torrent of the questions she would inevitably get.

She felt the air around her twist and distort. A pink aura surrounded her, slowing her momentum until she was completely stopped midair. Alakazam's eyes were glowing as he gingerly set her on the grass. She used the makeshift crutch to steady herself.

"Rachael!" Danny shouted, running up to her, still a Zorua. He must not have taken the antidote. "How are you? I was so worried about you! Why the heck did you do that?"

Rachael laughed. "Calm down, I'm fine, relatively speaking." Alakazam chimed in.

"After the virus stopped affecting your mind, I created a version that had some psychic energy in it to pass automatically from pokémon to pokémon. Most of them are back in a healthy state of mind now. There is still a decent amount left. Due to its makeup, humans need to directly ingest it, as they possess a unique composition that rejects it otherwise. We wanted to confirm you were in full health before Everyone else here had it. Should you wish, we could try to make a more finished version."

"Well, I'm great," Rachael admitted. "I honestly… I'm okay with this. I think I can live with wings. I mean, sure, there are downsides, but the plus sides too!"

Hannah spoke up. "I think I'll stick with using that. Bella? What about you?" The Eevee girl seemed to think for a minute.

"So I can be part girl part Eevee? I want that!"

Danny nodded as well. "I can live with that." Michael only nodded.

"Hmph, seems you've worked things out." Rachael jumped forgetting Ditto was there, currently in the form of a Growlithe.

"Ack! Verto! You startled me." He looked surprised.

"Who the heck is Verto."

"Oh, it's a nickname I made up for you while I was captured. I guess I never had the chance to tell you. You don't need to keep it…"

"Nah, I'll keep it…" he muttered quietly, deep in thought. He then snapped out of his trance. "Okay! Hurry up and drink the thing then so we can get this to the mountain sooner!" He shouted.

"To where?" Rachael asked, surprised.

"Most of the pokémon are recovering still, and I volunteered us to go back to the mountain. Torterra sent a pokémon ahead to let the queen know, and she assured we would be perfectly safe no matter what zone we're in. I figured we had a few unpaid dues there."

"Oh, okay," Rachael answered lamely, thinking of Amicus. She'd get to see her again!

Danny tipped his head to the treehouse. "Come on! Let's go already! If this is gonna hurt, let's get it over with!"

Alakazam teleported them to the room where they had made the antidote. He held out the vial for everyone to take a drink. Hannah, Danny, and Bella quickly took small drinks, Danny and Bella wrinkling their nose in distaste.

"Ew…" Danny commented. "It tastes like if medicine could go stale…"

"Yuck!" Bella agreed.

Michael held the vial, and reluctantly took a sip, silent. Within minutes, everyone save Hannah showed signs of being dizzy. Alakazam quickly teleported them to their treehouse. Hannah put Bella on the bed and covered her with the blanket while leaving a shaking Danny and Michael out in the cold.

"R-rude…" Danny slurred, stumbling like a newborn Deerling. Hannah rolled her eyes and set out clothes for each of them she had the foresight to pack. How Hannah got some of their clothes was a question for another time. Hannah seemed mostly unaffected. Perhaps that was due to being both human and pokémon as is.

Rachael took the time to step outside and admire the day. The sky was slightly overcast, with slight winds blowing, yet the air smelled clean and fresh, with the slight smell of rain to come. She sighed, and unfurled her wings.

With one leap, she jumped from the balcony once more and took to the sky. She needed to fly for a bit to clear her mind.