Nuada walked through the halls, coming upon a map on the wall. Stopping, he looked it over and scanned for Samantha's room. His fingers traced along the halls until he found a room that said, 'Samantha'.

He walked towards her room, her Sai in his hand. He soon came upon her door, which was slightly open. Walking over to it, he placed a firm hand on it and pushed. Nuada expected the door to move, yet it didn't budge a bit. Confused, he pushed harder, finding the door jammed.

Sighing, he tucked her sai in his sash neatly and placed both hands on the door, pushing roughly. The door gave way and opened enough for him to squeeze through. As he entered, he looked back at the door, glaring at it. As he turned around, he saw that Samantha was preoccupied with something.

Nuada walked over to her, tapping her slightly on her shoulder. This action alone was enough to scare the poor woman, and she dropped the item that she was holding. The item fell and came crashing to the floor, cracking. Samantha gasped, her eyes widening.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you," Nuada said, crouching to pick up the shards.

Samantha glared at him, annoyed that he had been able to surprise her. She looked up at the door to see it had opened wider. Then and there, she decided it would be best to close the door, no matter the hassle.

"Here," Nuada said, standing up

He reached behind his back with his free hand and brought her Sai in front of him. When her eyes rested upon her Sai, she sighed, relieved. Gingerly, she grabbed the Sai from his hand, opening her mouth as though she was going to say something. Instead, Samantha coughed, covering the fact that she was going to try and say thank you.

"You can go to the library and take some books. It seems this place is a little…boring," Nuada said looking around.

Samantha nodded, mentally agreeing with him. The only thing fun in this room was probably the cockroach she had seen earlier near her bed.

"And you may want to check with Manning about that door," he said heading out.

Samantha smiled, now knowing that it wasn't just her imagination that the door was evil.

Nuada glanced back at her briefly before stepping towards the door.

Samantha raised a hand to him, as though telling him to stop. He turned around, hearing a little squeak escape from her lips. Raising an eyebrow at her, he watched as she pointed to his hand where he was clutching the broken shards. Nuada opened his palm and noticed that he gripped the shards too hard, many of them turning to tinier pieces.

He looked up into Samantha's face and saw her crestfallen face at the pieces.

"Sorry," he muttered, dropping the shards into her open palms.

Samantha nodded, feeling a little angry that he had made them worse. She turned around, placing the pieces on a random vacant shelf of the bookshelf. She could at least try to repair it before Manning found out she had broken one of the vases. Turning her head, she looked around the room to find that Nuada had left her standing there alone.

Twirling her Sai in her hand, she turned it so that the knuckle part was resting upwards. Careful not to jab herself, she placed the other Sai in her belt, where the other already rested. Sighing, she walked out of the door, cracking her knuckles.

Grabbing the handle of the door with both hands, she pulled roughly on the door, hearing the awful squeaks it gave off. The door inched its way closed, Samantha's knuckles turning deathly white from her grip on the door. Just as the door was a few inches from being closed, it gave way, slamming completely shut quickly. Caught off guard, Samantha's grip released from the door and she stumbled back, quickly gaining her composure before she fell.

Samantha growled at the door, her fists shaking at her side. Shaking her head, she threw her hands in the air, giving up on even trying to figure the door out. Turning around, Samantha made her way to the library.

As she entered the library, she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw no one in there, especially Nuada. Stepping in, Samantha closed the door fully this time, not wanting to be surprised again.

Walking up to the book-filled shelves; she lifted her hand, tracing her fingers amongst the many bindings of the books. Her eyes traveled with her finger, reading the many titles of the books, many of them being in different languages. Her eyes rested upon a certain book however, as the language seemed ancient.

Grabbing the book, she stopped walking and opened it to a random page. She noticed that some of it was in English, yet most of it was in another language. On first glance, it looked as though the language was in Gaelic. With her eyes still on the book, Samantha walked over to a chair, sat down and placed the book on the desk.

Looking closer, Samantha realized that some of the words she could understand, as she had taught herself Gaelic when she was younger. After realizing that she could travel around the world and no one would question her about the past, Samantha had started to travel. She had gone to one of the largest libraries in the world, The British Library in the United Kingdom. Samantha was always fond of reading, it being the only hobby she had as she didn't want to interact with other people, scared of what she might do to them, or worse, what they might to do her if they had somehow found out about her powers.

There, she had found a map of a place she never heard of. It had seemed interesting to her, yet she couldn't read it as it was in another language. Samantha then took up the time to learn the language. Learning that it was Irish Gaelic, she traveled to Ireland, spending a year there to learn it.

However, some of the words were not in Gaelic, being a bit more difficult to understand. Samantha raised her eyes from the book, grabbing a random pen and a piece of paper.

She immediately went to work on translating the book, her mind racking for all the information she knew on the Gaelic languages.

By the end of a few hours, Samantha was able to translate a fourth of the book, with some words still blank as they were too difficult for her to translate. Samantha had started to think that this language was not Gaelic, rather another language similar to it. She did not know of any language though that held the same words as Gaelic. Sighing, she rubbed her eyes, which felt as heavy as lead, threatening to fall closed at any moment. Her hand was sore from writing so many translated words. Scrap paper was strewn across the desk, most of it having words written down with slashes going through them.

Samantha placed the pen down, grabbing a scrap of paper and folding it into a temporary bookmarker. She placed it in the page she had left off, closing it. All Samantha knew was that the book had contained a legend of some sort. Too tired to register anything, she placed her arms on the desk, crossing them.

Sighing, she placed her head in her arms, closing her eyes. The last thing she remembered before drifting off to sleep was the sound of the library doors opening.