[Here's a Rachel in her apartment, leaning against the windowsill, looking out the open window. To some it may appear that she's watching the rain fall. However, she's actually waiting for someone.]

...At least the voices stopped.

[Guess who found a ring of flowers? She walked around it, frowning in thought, before stopping and folding her arms.]

Hmph, seems like something the Ellimist would try to pull. [She rolled her eyes skyward, before she managed a little smirk.]

Thanks, but no thanks. I don't think the city could handle my wishes, anyway.