Everett took the recommended dose of Tylenol, and her fever seemed to go down. She was happy that she was getting better.

Everett looked at the bottle then at her phone. "Should I thank her?" she eternally asked herself.

"No," her brain answered for her. "That would only further cement how weak you are. You couldn't open a pull bottle. A PILL BOTTLE. You are not thanking Margarita."

"I'm not weak..." Everett mumbled the repeated phrase. She placed the phone on the dining room table and got up from her wooden chair. Just as she turned around, her phone started to ring.

It was Margarita.

Everett listened as her phone rang. Once, Twice, then three times. Would she pick it up? She just said she wouldn't thank her but this could be important or better yet, nothing to do about what happened yesterday. But Margarita was a talker; she would never shut up.

Everett picked up the phone "Hello?" Everett said. "That's a normal response, right?" she thought.

"Hi Everett," Margarita said. Everything seemed to be going normally. "I have some more information for you. So I already told you that Hillfigure is going to Sullivan's wedding, right?" She paused.

Everett stayed silent, internally freaking out. "Should I respond? What should I do? What's with all of these changes!?"

Margarita went on not commenting on the silence, "Okay, and Sullivan's Wedding is at St. Paul's Cathedral, and guess what." A short pause. "I got you early access to the church. It's more like a museum and it's very tight on who is let in. It was very surprising that Sullivan managed to have his wedding in it. He must be very rich, oh, or maybe the mafia's in on it--"

"That will be all," Everett said, deciding to make the woman shut up.

"Did you like my surprise?" Margarita asked. "I thought it would nice you've been sick lately--"

"I'm not weak; it's just a cough," Everett said, getting defensive.

This time Margarita was silent. Everett wondered if she had offended her assistant in some way. She wouldn't admit it but she relied heavily on the woman for a lot of important information and help like getting into the personal lives of her victims.

"Being weak doesn't mean being sick," her cheerful tone turned monotone and serious. It shocked Everett that Margarita could be serious. She was always the girly girl on the phone to her. "It's fine if you're sick, you just need a little help from people to get through it.

The bottle of Tylenol caught Everett's eye. "Thank you for the medicine," Everett said before hanging up. She smiled. She felt a lot better now. With Margarita's encouragement, she felt much better. Margarita, who was a person, helped her yesterday so she would get through it.