Sam Mcdonald taps his finger at the picture he had placed on the desk. " Do I look like I give a shit about library policy? Just tell me if she comes here. I don't want you to tell me her name or address, just nod your head yes or no." The young pimply faced clerk glances down at the photo and after a long moment nods. " Yeah, every night this week. She usually shows up a few hours before we close." Snatching the picture up and pushing it into his back pocket " Thanks" He says, heading for the back of the library to await for Brigittes arrival. She would be surprised, she had thought he was dead. He nearly had been but he had turned before he could die. Bye the time he had been able to stumble from the Fitzgerald residence Brigitte had been long gone. He had injected himself with monkshood but only found it to be a supressant of the virius. He had spent long weeks researching a cure but eventually had found what he needed to save himself...and Brigitte. He had been debating with himself if he should save himself and let Brigitte go. He was furious with her for over what had happened, she had betrayed him and allowed Ginger to rip his throat open. It was a goddamned miracle he was still alive. Angry that she hadn't agreed to come with him, get in his van and leave the town behind. He may be angry and hurt over her actions but he didn't hate her and couldn't bear the idea of her out there alone and afraid. He himself didn't understand why he felt so attachted to a 15 maybe 16 now year old girl with major self esteem issues and a raging bitch for a sister. Maybe it was because he has seen what she tried to hide under all that shaggy hair and layers of clothes. She was more than what she had seemed, more than what her sister figured she was. So once he had his cure and worked through the emotions he had struggled with, he had started tracking her. For months he had been one step behind her but he was sure he had caught up with her in time. Christ it had been...3 months..maybe 4? He felt like he had aged a fucking century, he felt different. Brigitte no doubt would no longer be as she had been but how much will she have changed? Sam lifts his head as someone enters the library door and rushes towards the shelves of books. Brigitte. Well well... Brigitte Fitzgerald had done some growing up. Her once bushy hair now lays on her shoulders, straight and smooth. Gone was the 20 layers of clothing replaced by jeans and a loose fitting long sleeved shirt. Hell she looked so different. She looked nice. She still had those self esteem issues though. The clerk gives her a smile which she doesn't return, her only reaction is to duck her head and rush all the faster towards the bookshelves. Getting to his feet, he pulls the cigarette from behind his ear and puts it to his lips. He finds Brigitte seated on her backpack with a book open acorss her lap. " Hey kid...you got a light?"