...April 9th...2014...

...Payphone...

I wait near the payphone twirling a lock of my hair. The phone rings at least two times, and then on the third ring Loki picks up and the phone answers it. I had desperately got off the suit of armor at a price. I do not look like myself. I didn't recognize myself at first looking at the mirror. Everything about me is different except for my Rock Giant half.

"Hello?" Loki said. "Who gave you this number?"

"I did," I said.

"Who are you?" Loki asks.

"You know," I said.

"Do not," Loki said. "I do not recognize your voice."

I sigh.

Not only had my physical features been changed; my voice had too.

"Enough of these games,God of Mischief," I said. "I just want you to know in fact she's not dead."

"You were in that armor?" Loki asks. "I can't believe a woman was using it."

I close my eyes briefly.

"Hard to believe, but I was," I said, opening my eyes.

"How do you know who I am?" Loki asks.

"I wrote it down and you still do not believe me," I said.

"I saw Emily die before my eyes," Loki said. "And I buried her afterwards."

Every word of denial broke my heart.

"How did she die?" I ask.

"I rather not talk about it," Loki said.

"Did it involve acid?" I ask.

"No," Loki said.

"Okay," I said. "If Emily really died then tell me how many times did she save your ass? Oh, once. She threw the spear to you while you were cornered by an Exenomorph."

"...Did Emily tell you that?" Loki asks.

"And she used pepper spray on you, and you let out a rhino," I continue.

"I DID NOT LET THAT RHINO OUT!" Loki shouts.

"And you tossed the carrots, and got dragged," I said. "And discovered the rhino can squeak."

"No I didn't," Loki denies.

"The heels speak a thousand words," I said. "And so can the last call." There is a pause on the other end. "What you wear speaks volumes about your character, Loser Lobby. After I get this business done with Wayland-Yutani Corporation; I will tell you what I am."

I hung up.