One Friday morning at about 5:30 am Mexico City time while getting ready for medical school in my hostel in Reforma, I (Anne Monik Ross Webber) asked my guardian god and friend; the Norse god Loki, who I made a contract with a few months prior for wealth, power, winning the Nobel Prize in Medicine and something else, “Hello Loki, how will my day go?” The small, but extremely powerful god, who likes taking the form of a talking sable with black and white markings on his muzzle and feet Welsh Corgi Pembroke that I can only hear due to an orange dragon looking seal on the top part of my arm where the deltoid muscle is located on the human body, which I learned in the first year of medical school in human anatomy class, replied happily and laughed “Hi Anne. Anne, dear, I see in your future that today, you will meet someone that will be important in your life.” I replied surprised and curious by the response “How..who?!” He replied in a sly matter “You’ll see.” Sighed and replied “Ok.”

Then hurried to the taxi to get to school in Lomas de Chapultepec, but wondered about the vision of the future the whole ride over to the school. After 30 minutes of interesting second-year medical school classes such as Pharmacology, Microbiology, Physiology, I put the whole conversation out of my mind. While outside it was sunny, but not too hot that I needed to remove my white lab coat, and saw my friend Dr. Raúl just waiting for his friend Dra. Sol, to hitch a ride to UNAM, who is also my friend and my professor of Pharmacology, talked about living situations as he asked this “Anne, where do you live?” Replied, “I live in a hostel on Reforma.” He replied surprised “So you live close by? Do you live with family or by yourself? How does it feel when you go back to San Francisco.” Answered honestly, but friendly “Yes, I live close by its two buses away from my home, so about 15 to 20 minutes from here if there are no protests. If there is a protest, it takes God heck knows about the amount of time it will take and he’s not telling me. I have a mixed situation when it comes to living with my family because I live at a hostel, so my family goes in and out. Sometimes when I leave Mexico City for San Francisco it feels weird such as, hearing gossip in English instead of Spanish or being used to ordering food in Spanish instead of English. Raúl, where do you live?” He replied “Can understand that feeling. I live in near UNAM.” After 10 minutes of talking, we started saying our goodbyes, which were kiss on the cheek and a hug as a sign of friendship, right before he went into Dra. Sol’s car he told me “Bye. Be careful especially with the serial murder wandering around!” Right before starting to walk to the bus stop, I said to him “Likewise. Be careful as well!”

I decided to walk the long way to the main street of The Palms, where the buses pass through to Auditorio and have a church, instead of my usual shortcut because it was a lovely day. Suddenly, started hearing a faint yell for help. Decided to follow the yells for help, and got closer they got louder. After ten minutes of following the cries, I found the source and saw 7 guys trying to force a woman into a green van. First check if the area was safe to cross then thanks to my school having some after school extracurriculars such as, personal defense and knowing basic human anatomy was able to kick the guys’ asses. Four of the guys, made unconscious by stopping oxygen going to vital organs temporarily.  2 of the guys ran like babies after getting a broken nose.

Ordered the lady to run fast and don’t look back and she did as she was ordered even though, she wanted to thank me. The last guy was the leader of the gang, kicked in the male reproductive parts aka the family jewels and also knocked him to the ground. While on the ground, the last attacker called me “Fucking crazy bitch!” As I gave the goodnight kiss with my foot, replied with this in a slightly demented matter “I’m not a bitch, but a witch!” As I was set to leave the scene, I had my back turned and one of the four guys that made unconscious, weakly regained consciousness, grabbed a steel pipe, swung the steel pipe and got the back of my skull. Seconds later felt a lot of pain then blacked out.

Little did I know two people were looking out for me, Loki was horrified by my kidnapping. He ran all the way to the other side of the city while dodging cars and sneaking on to metro without paying. After an hour and two metro transfers later, he made to UNAM. He tracked Raúl using his vision sense that he can use to see time in all forms of the past, present, and future of anyone he made a contract with. He found him in a classroom on the fifth floor of the medical school department of UNAM. Raúl was at his desk giving a lecture on a type of antibiotic called Beta-lactamases (β-lactamases, also known as penicillinase), but instantly stopped when he saw Loki’s tired horrified look on his face as if something was wrong.

Raúl told the class to take a 10-minute break, then the class leaves the classroom. Raúl asks Loki in a concerted manner “Loki, what’s wrong?” Loki was crying for a few moments then calmed down for a moment “Anne got kidnapped! I failed as a guardian god to protect her.” Raúl was shocked and spat out all of his Coke A Cola onto Loki when he said this “What!!! Just talked to her.” Under his breath as he sank into his chair, he said this “Damn Anne, I told you to be careful! What the **** did you get yourself into my angel?” 

The class came back in from their 10-minute break then he spoke to them, but had a truly worried, but faking a calm tone of voice “I need to end class early today for a family emergency. We will pick this up again on Monday.” Right before Raúl started running the door, he noticed that Loki was having a vision then asked Loki because when he gets a vision his eyes turn to a blood-red from his normally brown eyes “What did you see?” Loki replied in complete terror of what he had seen but was trying to keep calm to find me “I saw that Anne was at high-end human trafficking auction called NI CHI SAY, but not that’s the worst part. The worst part is when she gets sold to the highest bidder is a known serial rapist and murder that everyone has been talking about for the past 3 weeks. You have been investigating with the police as a pharmacological pathologist, she will be violently raped and murdered. Three weeks later, you will see her on the autopsy table and you will be crying right when you see her. Lastly, a fellow doctor will find out she was murdered by being forced high concentration of surgical grade antibiotics causing a painful cardiac arrest.” Raúl replied, “We need to go find her immediately.” 

Under his breath, he said this to himself “Anne, I always knew you were a troublemaker and you have made mistakes with your Spanish. Such as a week before Valentine’s Day, Dra. Sol told the class “Not to worry about being single and it’s an overly marketed day.” You replied “Hey, don't be sad today! Just go watch a lot of graphic movies!” Everyone was shocked and laughed. You realized what you said and embarrassedly implied watching porn as you said the following “I meant go watch a lot of action films. I put my foot in my mouth.” After the class was over, I came into your class and was told the whole funny event that just happened and lastly, I laughed and you admitted the embarrassing moment with a cute look on your face and laughed as well because we are all human and we all make mistakes. But you don’t deserve the vile things that guy would do to you, because you are kind, have the tenacity to become a successful doctor and have an innocent heart.”