I go with the one minute route, just so I can more readily see it happen.  With her date of birth, place of birth, date of death, place of death, and full name, I have enough to call her back.  Well, probably.  I mean, what’s the odds that two people named Elisavet Jemima Bowie were born on the same day at the same hospital, much less that the two then died on the same day in the same intersection?  Basically nothing.  And, you know, hopefully it would have come up.

So as I focus, I watch.  She starts to come back as a point of light on the section of the floor I picked, which slowly grows, much like one might expect of a time-lapse.  From a point of light, to a little glowing embryo, to a bright white baby, to a glowing girl, to a beautiful healthy young woman in the space of a minute.  Raven tresses (unlike her father’s brown), skin quite dark… evenly so, I guess Svanhildur and his bride were a salt & pepper couple… puffy lips, twin melons on her chest, and apparently Elisavet was freshly shaved on the day she died.

Did I forget to mention that the spells that restore life don’t do equipment?  Yes, I could fix that, but I’m enjoying the show, and it's not like anyone's asked.

When she opens her dark brown eyes, she seems a little confused, “How’d I get here?  Why… Uncle Matt’s bar?  That’s not…”

“Hey, baby girl, let me help you up…” her father seems tender, and just ignores that she’s not wearing anything for a moment as he reaches down to help her up.

However, when Elisavet reaches up to grab his hand, she notices, and … manages not to scream.  As far as she knows it’s just her father and some woman, so not great, but not too bad yet, “Ah… so why am I naked, and how did I get here?” she grabs a tablecloth to cover herself for the moment.

I let her father take the lead for now, as he hugs her tightly, “Ah… let’s start with ‘what’s the last thing you remember’ all right?  It may make it easier to explain.”

"We went out drinking… Sally was driving me home… something hit the car… I … I couldn't feel anything but pain… what happened?"

"It was… a bad accident.  You've been out for about a year…"

"I've been in a coma for a year?! Why aren't I in the hospital?"

"Ah… not a coma."

That gives her pause, "If I wasn't in a coma, what happened?"

"You… OK, first, remember: You're fine NOW. All right? Can you hold that in your head for me?" She nods, and the concerned father continues, "I don't know how to say this, but… well, you died."

She chortles, and pushes her father away, and he lets her go, "OK, great prank, but I'm clearly OK. People don't just come back from the dead. Seriously, what really happened? Where are my clothes?"

I interrupt, "If you want proof… you have an entirely new body. Check for piercings or scars, they'll be missing." Well, probably. She DOES have an entirely new body. I'm not sure where the effect draws the line on what's 'right' with a new body… but this is as high end of return as it gets. And I can see that her ears aren't pierced from here, and that is super common among women.

It's also the first thing Elisavet grabs to check. Then her tongue. She also opens her tablecloth and looks down, actually dropping it entirely as she brings one of her baby feeders close to her face so she can look, holding it up with her left hand and squeezing her tap with her right, carefully inspecting herself there.

I guess she was a bit of a wild child. Which makes a bit of sense, what with the drinking. Or is, rather. Then again, this might change her habits….

"How?!" Elisavet seems to be accepting the scenario now, at least, as she picks the tablecloth back up and wraps it around herself.

Her father points at me, "HE brought you back. HIS name is Chris Carlson."

Elisavet looks me over, "It's not Voodoo, is it? I'm not like, going to go all zombie or anything?"

Mr Bowie looks at me expectantly as he says, "He's a goddess, baby girl, be more respectful."

I chuckle, "It's not like she's been watching the news… relax, you'll be fine."

The young woman looks back at her father, "And what did it cost you?"

"I'm attaching no strings to this one," I interrupt, "I've… been somewhere close to where he was. It's not something I'm going to do for everyone, but I won't take payment for it. And you have a long, bumpy road ahead."

"How so?" The Bowie girl doesn't seem to have connected the dots.

The father steps in, "You were dead for a year, baby girl. We got your death certificate, closed your credit cards and telephone account, emptied your apartment, let your boss know, updated your BookFace status…"

She frowns, "How’d you manage that? I have a good password."

Mr Bowie looks a little sheepish there, "Ah… the coroner let us use your thumb to unlock your phone, I figured it'd be the easiest way to let your friends know."

"That's… OK, yes, but… what now?"

"It's… going to be easier than you might think," I interrupt, "My Divine Realm for my deceased worshippers isn't really very big yet, so I set a servant to reviving all my worshippers who die of anything other than old age, including the ones that already had. There's going to be hundreds of similar cases going through the system, although yours will be the longest time 'down'. If it gets too bad… well, you've got my number," I look at her father, then back to Elisavet, "I'm the recognized ruler of a new island nation, Arcana. I can set you up with one of our passports, and then your dad can apply for you to get a visa… which I suppose would make you the first simple citizen if we end up going that route.  But do try talking to a good attorney first. And I can probably be available as a witness if it comes to court." Whether I’m busy or not. Time travel solves scheduling issues.

"Thank you." Seems the girl thought of it first. Understandable, her father is distracted because children take priority in most matters. Not that she's really a child, but she'll always be his baby.

"Yes, thank you," the WorldHop rep seems embarrassed by not thinking of thanking first, "How can I ever…"

"As I said, I've no interest in being paid, not for this. However, just to be practical, do you already have a place for her to stay?"

"I… wasn't planning this. Umm… are you OK with crashing with me on the couch for a while baby girl?"

"Did something happen with the house?"

"Your mother… didn't take your death very well. She… ummm… she…" Svanhildur starts crying.

Elisavet hugs her dad, "Shh… it's okay… we'll get through this…"

I'd leave, but they'll need transportation back to Texas… I pretend to ignore them for a while as the child comforts the parent, and slowly teases the story out of him. Seems the couple didn't survive the death of their daughter: After many arguments about who was at fault, they ended up splitting up. The divorce isn't fully official yet, but all the paperwork is filed. She got the house, he got the car. No child support, of course, as Elisavet was an adult, and also dead. A year of alimony, though, until the ex-wife can get her feet under her.

After Mr Bowie collects himself enough, his daughter pipes up, "So… got anything for me to wear?"

Her father blinks a bit, and I step in, "Just a moment…" and cast a Clothier's Closet spell in a hallway, letting her have her pick of several simple outfits, "Take them all. The ones you don't wear today you can wear whenever… or donate, or burn; they don't cost me anything. "

Elisavet seems to want to lighten the mood, "Thanks, these threads are Divine."

Her father groans, "You just had to go there."

The daughter giggles, "You know you actually like them. Besides, it’s my rebirthday. I should be able to get away with it, right?  I mean, I'm already in my rebirthday suit and everything." She does a twirl, dropping the tablecloth, before starting to get dressed.

Svanhildur starts to chuckle, then eventually laughs properly, "Yes, you're right. I just don't want to risk offending the guy who broke Iran."

Elisavet pauses a moment, and looks at me, "Really?"

I sigh, "Yes, they attacked the capital of my nation, so I attacked theirs… I was better at it, and their country… fractured, I guess?… after I dropped everyone from that city off elsewhere in the country, naked and female, then buried the place in snow."

"... isn't that country a desert?" Elisavet is still getting dressed.

"Eh, they have a lot of hot and dry areas, but no, Tehran isn't a desert. There wouldn't be a huge ancient city there if it was.They have trees and stuff. Well, had. It's all buried in snow, now, and should be glaciating soon."

Svanhildur gives me a funny look, "Wait… you mean…"

"I mean it's not going to stop snowing there until I or someone that can do what I do makes it stop. The snow will simply keep piling up until it is thick enough that it is pushed aside by its own weight and flows like a river to the sea. That city is dead. The surrounding countryside might benefit from the water in the melting ice, though."

"That's…" yeah, Elisavet hasn't really come to grips with it.

"An unfortunate necessity. A message to other nations that I am not defenseless, and that anyone attacking me and mine will not win, irrespective of whether or not I do. Same basic thing as a county keeping nuclear weapons around: It prevents anyone from pushing too hard, as that's a fight nobody wins. Which in turn means there aren't any serious wars with nuclear-powered nations, so no civilians get killed by bombing or whatever. You have to prove it first, though, which I did. As strange as it sounds, I destroyed the city to save lives."

"And you evacuated the city first?" the girl is looking at me out of the corner of her eye, her head tilted down a bit.

"Right, but not in a way that will make anyone comfortable.  Massive loss of property, but the only people who died at the hands of me and mine were military folks directly involved in the attack on my country."

"One last question, then…" something is eating this girl up inside

"What would you like to know?"

"Why don't I remember anything after the wreck?"