Struggling, Rebecca smacked the scanner with her free hand as it buzzed wildly.

"What did it scan?" Clarkson wondered as he stared at the scanner. "I always make sure it's set before we go out somewhere."

Just before they set off for the expedition, Clarkson made sure the scanner's parameters were always set to ensure no accidental scanning. He even put in programming to tell the scanner what to ignore and what to prioritize. There should've been nothing in the immediate area for it to scan.

Rebecca stated what caused the scanner to suddenly react, "I just waved it over there near the bookcase."

As she struggled, Samuels walked over and waved his hand over the scanner, causing it to turn off. The buzzing ceased and Rebecca sighed as she looked down at the oblong scanner, confused.

"Well, maybe there's some interference," Rebecca suggested the cause.

Clarkson shook his head as he stated, "It shouldn't, I made sure of this before we left."

Samuels spoke up and said that there's no interference and that Clarkson's correct. The scanner's set to the correct parameters as mandate in Section 4 of the company policy.

"Then, what did it scan?" Matt asked him.

Taking the scanner from Rebecca, Samuels began typing on the keypad, as he typed, slowly his fingers picked up speed until Matt couldn't hardly see his hand. Samuel's hardly reacted at all as he typed quickly on the keypad until he suddenly stopped.

Scrawls of text appeared on the scanner screen, thousands upon thousands of text, and Samuel's light green eyes moved like a laser in a laser printer.

When he reached the bottom, his eyes slowed down as he read off the last of the text. He stopped and raised his head with a confused look on his face.

"What?" Clarkson gestured.

Samuels stated, "Unknown."

Rebecca tilted her head as she echoed, "Unknown?"

Samuels nodded.

Matt raised a hand as he went towards Samuels and asked him, "What do you mean, unknown?"

Samuels repeated, "It's unknown."

Mallory and Ripley's miffed as the rest of them.

Samuels couldn't explain it better than what he said before. Whatever the scanner scanned, it identified as unknown.

"What does that mean?" Ripley raised a finger.

It's rather peculiar when something causes a scanner to go off. It's another when it goes off in a seemingly empty library.

Samuels estimated that there's a high probability that there's an unknown life form present in the library.

"Dangerous?" Mallory asked him.

Samuels responded, "Extremely."

Rebecca yelped when she heard a book fall off the shelf and everyone looked where she pointed. Clarkson and Samuels pulled her behind them, reflexively Matt pulled Ripley behind him, and Mallory pulled out her hidden gun.

She pointed it where the group heard the book fall and cocked it. Calling out sweetly, Mallory stated, "If you attempt to harm me and or my team, I'll blow your head off."

Only Mallory can make a death threat seem like she's pleasantly talking to someone.

"Don't shoot," squeaked a voice.

Mallory raised her gun up as she raised her brow at the sudden voice.

Instantly, Matt and Ripley knew who it was.

"Jodie?" Matt blinked.

Jodie stepped forward as she raised her arms up, fear on her face.

Everyone's confused as Mallory disarmed her gun and stuck it back in it's holster.

"Jodie, what're you doing here?" Ripley asked her.

Jodie points at her, "You left me behind, you know."

She complained that the duo left her behind in the spooky library and she had to come find them, because she didn't want wait for them to come back.

"You said there's nobody else in the library," Clarkson spoke up.

Samuels corrected him, "This isn't someone else."

He kept it vague and it confused Clarkson.

Jodie hurried towards Matt and Ripley as she stated, "I've been to most libraries, but not like this one!"

She didn't like this library at all and this comes from a time machine that thrived on books at any point.

"How'd you find us?" Matt asked her.

They walked far to find Mallory and her team and Jodie reminded him, "I'm good."

Mallory didn't seem fazed at all about Jodie's sudden appearance nor seemed bothered. Her team, understandably, surprised to see someone else in the library.

However, Samuels caught on almost instantly that she's not who she seems.

"So, the scanner picked up her?" Clarkson pointed at Jodie as she fixed her navy blue dress.

Samuels looked through the texts on the scanner and shook his head. "No," he replied.

Clarkson's confused and Samuels subtly hinted that Jodie's not a living organism. Rebecca seemed flummoxed and asked Jodie questions regarding where she was in the library.

"I think I was in the history section," Jodie scratched her chin.

An idea crossed Matt's mind as he asked Jodie, "Can you help us find the security console?"

If all else, ask the time machine.

Jodie gestured with her hand as she said, "I could, but I don't want to walk through the library by myself."

Agreeing to help find the security console under one condition, Jodie made it clear she wouldn't walk through the library by herself without someone with her.

"What if I get grabbed?" Jodie pointed at herself. "That'd be horrible!"

Samuels spoke up and said that's a roughly 0.00000000000000001% of happening. Jodie stuck out her tongue in response.

"Well, guess I'll do it, then," Matt tugged on his light brown tweed jacket with dark pads.

It's expectant since he has the Sonic Screwdriver with him.

"Alright, I'll stay and keep the Brady Bunch out of trouble," Ripley opted to keep an eye on Mallory and her team.

Matt nodded.

As he started walking, Ripley reminded him, "Stay safe and don't leave each other's side!"

She made it clear that none of them go off on their own and stay together.

Matt told her that he'll make sure of it and Ripley watched the duo disappear down another aisle.

"Oi," Ripley exhaled.

Samuels interjected, "It's healthy to worry."

Ripley turned her head towards him to ask, "Is there something I'm missing here?"

Samuels acted rather obtuse compared to Rebecca the nervous wreck and Clarkson the recent graduate trying to get a bearing on life as he knows it.

Mallory affirmed Ripley's suspicion.

"He's an android, top of the line," Mallory told her.

She wasn't lying when she said she got him on loan.

"Yeah, I know about them, so what's his deal, how'd you get him wrapped up in this?" Ripley wanted to know how exactly Mallory got Samuels involved with her shenanigans.

Mallory colorfully explained that she won Samuels' contract through a simple game of poker and that part of the terms involved him coming with her.

Samuels told the truth, rather bluntly, "She blackmailed my operator."

It painted an amusing picture.

Mallory's on one of her jobs and found Samuels'.

His operator wouldn't let his android leave, so Mallory did what she did best. Find the best blackmail to force him into turning over the android to her.

Mallory stated she fully intends to return Samuels to his rightful operator once the excavation finished.

"I'm sure you are," Ripley muttered under her breathe.

This is Mallory, it's rare she'd do anything like that.

If Ripley knew better, she'd probably take Samuels with her and leave the operator high and dry. It's Mallory's MO at this point.

With Matt and Jodie looking for the security console, Ripley and the team stayed near the camp as they worked to ready when Matt overrides the security protocol.

"I don't understand what's so damn special about this book you're pulling out all the stops just to find it," Ripley spoke with Mallory as they're looking over the makeshift blueprint of the library that Mallory drew. "I mean, how do you even know it's here, what if it's not?"

Mallory's rather invested for this book and Ripley's seen her share of movies where obsession for books often runs afoul. Although, it appeared Mallory's book wouldn't raise demons from the bowls of hell to wreck havoc on the team. It's a good sign that Ripley didn't see a wall with a taxidermy deer head on it.

Watching Mallory closely, Ripley could tell that there's something on her mind and she wasn't going to tell Ripley.

"It's not just any book," Mallory chewed on her inner lip. "It's a journal."

She told Ripley that it's a journal and that she knew it's stowed in the library because the person who stole the journal told her where it was.

"A journal?" Ripley's confused about the revelation that Mallory's after a journal.

Of all things Mallory goes after, it never crossed Ripley's mind, a journal.

Intrigued, Ripley inquired why Mallory wanted the journal. She asked if it had anything that might've painted her in an unfavorable light.

It's hardly out of character for someone like Mallory.

Mallory told her; it wasn't anything like that. She's used to people from all over painting her in the most unfavorable of lights.

Ripley caught on to her and disapproved.

"Why steal a journal, then?" Ripley asked. "That's a little obtuse, even for you."

Mallory glimpsed to Samuels and the other two working on the table with the equipment. When she's certain they wouldn't overhear them, she said to Ripley, "It belongs to a dangerous man."

She didn't tell Ripley much about the journal's owner, but Mallory insisted that she finds it.

"Dangerous?" Ripley asked her. "Who is he?"

She wanted answers and Mallory won't tell her.

Only saying that it's important to her that she finds the journal, Mallory stated that she didn't really care for the honorary titles or the medals. She wanted the journal.

Curious, Ripley asked Mallory why the journal's in the library, of all places, and Mallory replied that it was the only hiding place that nobody would've thought to look. She pointed out when they talk about it as a journal, a library wouldn't come to mind as a good hiding place.

Ripley couldn't argue against her logic.

It'd make sense to hide the journal where nobody expected. A library with trillions of books and a security protocol that prevents unauthorized people from reviewing the material, seemed like a good idea. A smart one.

"What is in that journal that's got you all nuttier than a squirrel?" Ripley pressed for answers.

Mallory only said, "It belongs to one of, if not the only, dangerous man in our entire existence. It's here and I fully intend on getting it out of here."

Realizing that Mallory wouldn't tell her anything else, Ripley changed subjects and instead asked what's next after the library.

When Mallory gets her book and ensures the team returns to their quadrant in one piece, she planned to read it, study it's contents, and hopefully learn from it.

"Can you at least tell me what you're aiming to learn from it?" Ripley asks Mallory.

Mallory ran a hand through her sunburnt frizzy hair as she told Ripley, "Everything."

It's as good as an answer Ripley's going to get.

"Did your, uh, contact or whoever, tell you at least how to find it in here?" Ripley walked with Mallory towards the computer, looking at the large screen that reflected them.

Mallory told her that her contact made sure to hide it in a peculiar fashion. Hiding it under biography wouldn't work. Autobiography, that's too easy. Instead, it's under science fiction. In fact, Mallory's contact went through up and beyond to make sure this journal doesn't get found.

"Gee, how do you keep it from mistakingly getting checked out?" Ripley brought up.

Mallory chuckled at her hidden jab.

She took a break from talking shop and instead talked about Matt. Quite invested in getting the up-to-date news, Mallory wanted to know what happened after the AID incident.

"Well, as you can see, I'm not hobbling around on a cane anymore," Ripley showed her leg. She hadn't reached for her cane in a while. Her knee didn't cause her problems anymore and as far as she saw, the surgery took, and she's walking as good as she did since before the other incident that resulted in her damaged knee.

Mallory looked concerned as she asked Ripley how she faired since the surgery and relieved when Ripley told her that she's doing fine.

"Besides, Matt's helped me out, so I didn't have to lift with my legs," Ripley accredited Matt's help around the shop for her knee's successful healing.

Ever since it happened, Matt's worked to keep the heavy load away from Ripley. She'd try to help him more than once, but he'd always insist on her staying back, not wanting her to risk her knee. The last thing he wanted, have her go to the hospital, as it wouldn't end well if he tried.

"Everything else?" Mallory continued to ask questions.

Ripley shrugged as she replied, "Don't seem any different. Outside my knee, nothing's changed."

Mallory's relieved and Ripley's suspicious.

She's hardly friends with her and she's still sour about Mallory stealing from her on the Nightingale.

Bluntly, Ripley asked Mallory why she's so relieved about her. It wasn't like the AID had her skull cut in half or something.

"It's just that I worried about Matt," Mallory admitted to her. "He seemed so distraught when you were in there."

Mallory explained that she's only curious about Ripley's health because of Matt. She told Ripley that he'd run rag and nearly hurt himself during the course of the entire incident.

"He's been doing good," Ripley stated. "Hell, I had to push him out of my shop more than once."

Matt's relieved that Ripley's okay and would've slept at the shop hadn't Ripley forced him to go home. She appreciated him for caring about her, but she didn't want him to go mad.

"That's good," Mallory exhaled as she's pleased Matt's doing well for the most part.

She's curious about how else they're doing and Ripley politely, as well as she could, told Mallory that she can't speak on Matt's behalf, as that's his right to tell her what he wants.

However, she told Mallory, for the most part, he's doing okay, still.

As for her, she said, "If I see another angel statue, it'll be too soon."

The idea that the angels from their last adventure caused the invention of the fictional angels, just made it even worse for Ripley. They truly downplayed what the angels did to people they caught. In fact, Ripley rather deal with them sending her back in time rather than the alternative eye-plucking and whatever happens when someone looks an angel in the eye.

Mallory caught on what Ripley said and acknowledged with a nod.

Seems Mallory's aware of them too and didn't like them one bit.

Something rarely mutually shared between the women.

The women discussed about what else, Ripley opted not to tell Mallory about the brotherhood, as it's personal to her and she didn't want to lose her composure. Not to mention, the last thing she needs is Mallory knowing about the brotherhood and the implications that came after it burnt down.

"Surprised you're not wondering who Jodie is," Ripley wanted to know why Mallory didn't question the sudden appearance of Jodie. More so, letting her go off with Matt without so much as giving her the thorough 50 questions or less.

Mallory only said, "Secrets, sweetie."

She didn't tell Ripley anything more and they're caught off guard by the lights in the library suddenly turning off by themselves. Rows of bookcases started going dark until the only thing lit, the strips in the floor.

The women watched as the lights in the floor slowly turned off, plunging them in a small area of light, and darkness elsewhere.

"What happened?" Clarkson asked Mallory and Ripley.

Mallory didn't have an answer, which is rare, and turned to Ripley.

Ripley stated that when they went to look for the security console, they found the office, and the console that controlled the lights. The wire to the lights, cut by something sharp, a knife, and they rewired it.

"Someone cut the lights in this place," Ripley summed. "Either our rewiring didn't work… or something's going on."