She waves a glowing hand. 

"Anyone can glow these days, I imagine."

"I was dead yesterday, and now look at me!" Calls out their example patient.

"Mrs. Carmichael?" Asks the nun. She nods. "-I'll go get him. Keep that silly motorcar off the grass!"

The cemetery caretaker shows up after a minute or two, and is equally shocked to see Mrs. Carmichael alive and well. They had her coffin ready and everything, since they received word from the hospital that she was gone. But people are known to come back from being recently dead, occasionally. Or to be mistaken for dead. His eyebrows rise and rise as he reads an issue of the Gazette handed over by the driver.

"I take it you would like us to exhume some of our, ah, residents?"

"That's the idea!"

"Well, this is very irregular - a good thing if true of course but I will be most disappointed in you if this is false hope - there's one man whose will volunteered his body for any nondestructive experiments or mediums or that sort of thing-"

They have quite a few sturdy crypts in addition to the dense plots of graves. The caretaker ambles over to one, identifies a certain niche, and draws out the coffin, cracking open the lid to reveal a black-haired corpse wearing a musty formal suit.

Lucy glows at the man both literally and figuratively!

He wakes up delighted that SCIENCE!! has brought him back, and is a bit disappointed when it turns out to be Mountainlight instead. The cemetery caretaker is stunned, and gapes like a fish when Lucy's driver tells him that a horde of people with shovels will be arriving any minute now.

"...Perhaps we'll need clothes," he says thoughtfully. "Fresh ones, that is. I'll go turn out some thrift stores, shall I?"

Probably a good idea. 

She pats his hand reassuringly. "If it makes you feel better, I do science to my Mountainlight when the occasion arises."

The rich guy returns to his car and drives off, honking his horn.

"Ooh, and what have you found out?"

"It works more efficiently on people with souls than people without and on animals more efficiently than plants. It has different effects on plants than animals once you get really high concentrations. If I," she glowifies and diamonds a strand of hair, then plucks it, "lose a bit, it keeps glowing." 

"What year is it, by the by?"

"1908," the caretaker answers. "You were put to rest in February 1903."

"The science of light must have advanced considerably in the last five years, perhaps Mountainlight can be reproduced? The Empyrean has all the best experts on lighting, of course. Or it did in 1903."

"Perhaps. Thank you for telling me." 

"Of course, they're weird savages in a lot of other ways. Might be hard to work with."

He straightens his musty suit. "I think I'll get out of the way before things get too exciting. Excellent, excellent thing, but I do like my quiet. Toodle-oo!"

A few minutes later, the cemetery caretaker and the nuns have dug out boxes of old records, and a horde of people with shovels, thrift-store clothes, and enough food for an impromptu street fair descend upon the quiet cemetery heralded by the honking of a car horn.

And when all is made ready, LET THERE BE LIGHT!

And driving all around the city, too! Past Victory Hall and Company House both! Some government officials and Tacketies and Windward Company people look on in disapproval, but nobody has the will to actually step up and stop the source of Mountainlight who has kicked off an impromptu holiday - Resurrection Day, they're calling it.

Several hours later, June does an almost jump-kicking motion to hop into the back seat of the open-topped car Lucy has been driven around in, while it's stopped for more kerosene. "Hey, Lucy! Stuff's all ready, no rush. I can't exactly mind the delay, given," she smiles wryly and gestures vaguely.

"Hee, yes, no regrets. This is my friend June!" she adds to the others. "We're traveling together at the moment."

"Good to meet you! Happy Resurrection Day!"

"Is that what today is?" June laughs. "I must have forgotten to mark my calendar."

"Fair, fair! I leaped into this blind but I'm very happy about how this is turning out, no matter how much I've spent. I've got another sixty years of retirement in me now, unless I un-retire!"

"Don't they say that the young have time and health, professionals have health and money, and the old have time and money? You've got all three now."

"Yes, I suppose I do. I'm feeling so active, I've a mind to find someone to kiss, not that I'd presume anything with anyone here-"

Mrs. Carmichael, now also considerably younger, kisses him. After letting up, she blushes and says, "I'm divorced, I'll have you know."

"Ah! Haha! Ahahaha! Shall we get back on the road? I don't remember if there's any part of the city we haven't covered yet."

"I don't know the city well enough to say."

June chatters with the others, does some quick math about light intensity and penetration after questioning Lucy, and helps figure out that there's a couple of streets they could still visit to be sure but they seem to have covered things pretty well.

"Ooh, thanks, very useful."

"I mean, it's a good first pass but we should probably, like, ask someone about any quirks of city construction? Is any of these places more brick and stone and less wood and glass, are there any pieces of city hidden in overhangs or alcoves or something- I'm not from New Winchester-"

"Do you mean the Mayor?"

"More like the utilities office?"

"I know where that is, I paid them to fix up the gas lamps on my street once."

Off they go!

They are blocked by a contingent of Devils, hissing away other bystanders. This status is visible from a distance in the eyes, in their manner of dress and pose. They block the car. A glaring leader steps forward and announces, "We would like to note that current events have deprived those who trade in souls of valuable possessions, which were fairly traded for and often bought at a considerable price. Curated with significant effort. Since collecting reparations from the persons in question is not necessarily possible or fair... We want to discuss compensation."

"Discuss away. I'm willing to entertain reasonable requests." 

"-Oh, good. For the current issue, we would accept money in proportion to the number and quality of souls which belonged to us and find themselves once again possessed of life. We can produce extensive proof of rightful ownership of said souls. Some of our collections, we believe, once belonged to still-living people and thus remained in place - so it is not a total loss and we - as far as we represent Devils as a whole, which is not actually true - are not necessarily opposed to continued... Restoration. Though the attrition of existing collections will cause a great amount of resentment. Perhaps there is some way to avoid escalation of conflict."

"I do not at this time plan to specifically target harvested souls. If Devils or other people in possession of removed souls wish to construct containers which are less permeable to light this would be entirely reasonable. I do not, however, plan to do less healing on the grounds that I might resurrect the wrong dead person. Does it have to be fluid currency or will you leave me alone if I punch down a Bronzewood tree and sign it over."

Some quick conferral- "...We will accept goods in kind. That is to say, two punched-down bronzewood trees of average or greater size. We'll arrange the harvest as long as the locations are reasonably hidden and told only to us. I swear to you that this will satisfy the devils currently residing in New Winchester in this matter. I can write up a contract to that effect as well."

"You can punch down a Bronzewood tree?" Her driver asks in some awe.

"Literal punching is not the most efficient way but I can fell a bronzewood tree, yes."