The Multiversal Network of The Calling

[The irony of a sick doctor is not lost on Angela Ziegler. She has bags under her eyes but a kind smile on her lips.]

Apologies for my absence, everyone. I should have made an announcement before hand, but I fell ill in the cold weather and thought it best I didn't compromise any of my patients with it. Just a bad cold - and I know, I know, a doctor getting sick is a little silly. I'm still human, you know.

The Mercy Medical tent in the Outpost is open again! We are still handing out coats and winter clothes to chilly travelers. Donations are deeply appreciated, as are helpers to sort through them.

[Angela reaches out and turns the camera to show a tent full of volunteers folding coats, pairing up mittens, and re-lacing heavy boots. The shelves are freshly stocked with medical supplies. The camera turns back to her after a moment.]

Happy late holidays, everyone.

[It's an exciting day for the wandering doctor. Today, the outpost has given her a tent and an adjacent half-collapsed shack to live in and work from. Two months of hopping in and out of the cities, seeking inns and hotels and motels everywhere she went. Two months since she was thrown head first into the Seven-Fold City. She settles down at her new "desk", a recently bleach-scrubbed plastic table, and props her CALL device up on some books.

The screen flickers to life, and the face of a plain-clothes Angela Ziegler is made public. She clears her throat and begins, in a distinct German accent:]

Hello! Some of you may recognize me already but for those of you who don't, this will be half introductory and half informative. I am fairly new to this world - I've only been here for...two months? Maybe a little less. I have extensive training as a field medic and surgeon, so I have been traveling from city to city and offering my aid. You may call me Doctor Ziegler...or Mercy.

[She hesitates before saying her old call sign. Does it make her Overwatch again to use that name? No, she decides. It's who she is and it's a name she'll remember to respond to automatically. She squares her shoulders and looks straight into the camera.]

This is an announcement to let any of my previous patients, or future patients I suppose, know that I am now officially set up in the Outpost. I am reachable at any time through this device, this network, or by in-person visits to my station. Should I be absent on a call in a different city, contact me digitally. If you are not able to do so, please ask someone near my station to contact me for you.

[A bit redundant perhaps. Her shoulders relax and her smile softens. She says one last thing before she reaches out to turn the camera off. A gentle, motherly voice. A blessing.]

Stay safe, stay healthy. I am with you.