Brie grabs a champagne flute off of a table when she sees Morgan le Faye eyeing her then disappeared into an empty office. The office Morgan chooses is secluded. Visitors to the museum would have not realized it was a door to a private office it just appeared to be apart of the wooden décor. Knowing she would be not be notice by anyone Nina follows the witch into the empty office. "Well, hello Brie."

Annoyed with Morgan's very presents Brie asks, "Why are you here Morgan?"

With a condensing smile with the voice to match Morgan replies, "I've come to warn you my old friend. The Librarians are here, and your husband is talking to them." Watching Morgan making air quotes when she mentions the word husband infuriates Brie. She didn't want to show weakness or fear in front of this witch. Losing to the likes of Morgan was not what Brie wanted, she knew she had to be strong showing her presents did not affect her in anyway. Rolling her eyes with a blasé tone, "I know that anything else you want to tell me…I already know."

Morgan moves from the window she was looking out of smiling as if she knew something delicious. "The man you parade around as your husband is not the real Galahad." Morgan stops in front of Brie as her self-confidence rolls off her body to consume Brie. "The real one works in the Library as a reclusive graying caretaker." Hearing Morgan confirm what she always feared her husband was not actually Galahad leaving her numb on the inside. She knew she had trouble thinking clearly whenever her emotions were involved. For years her own father manipulated her, playing on her emotions for his own gain making her create gods and monsters. Brie could hear the bitterness in Morgan's voice as she adds; "I might add he still wants me dead."

"Oh Morgan, everyone whomever met you wants you dead. Your only saving quality is that you are honest to a fault," adds Brie condescendingly. She was annoyed with this conversation about her husband not being the real Galahad. Brie moves closer to the witch gritting her teeth, "Now what do you want for this supposed information? My evil little friend?"

Morgan backs away laughing, "There is talk in between the worlds. We all have a little wager going on. Does the all-powerful Brie know about Galahad being split in half just to keep her satisfied, so she could look the other way while the librarians run around stealing all the magic in this world, or maybe you did know and just didn't care…wanting him anyway, you could have the goodie two shoes knight of the round table. Not that I don't blame you. He was very handsome back then. In fact that tailored suit he's wearing right now with the purple bow tie really brings out his eyes." Morgan wanted Brie's face to show that she defeated her. She wanted to witness Brie's tears as she cried about her beloved knight being split in half….but nothing...not one tear or any emotion on her face. If she could not witness tears then anger will do. "However, no matter how handsome he was…he was so naïve about magic…about you."

Not showing any emotion as she spoke about her husband, but when she insulted his intelligence Brie couldn't hold her tongue. "Do not speak ill of Galahad. He understands more than you."

"He does?" Morgan smiling while integrating the older woman, "Has he asked the important questions like who are you…really? Or how about how old are you? Or how do you still look exactly the same year after year?" Morgan walks over to the wooden desk sliding her hand across the polish top, "I remember the first time we met over thousand years ago. You haven't aged one day not one single wrinkle on your face. What is your secret? I mean it takes a lot of magic to keep my youthful appearance," she walks closer to Brie. "How do you manage keep yours?"

Brie polishes off her champagne handing the champagne flute to Morgan smiling she replies, "Great genetics." With that last comment Brie marches out the office making her way to her husband.

~xxx~

Brie walks purposely out the office furious about the audacity of Morgan le Faye. How did she find out about her husband and Galahad? Morgan was right she did have her suspicions something was not right with her husband. She had spent years convincing herself everything was okay. Flashes of memories of being alone, feeling abandoned and in despair…but above all shame came rushing over her like a wave crashing into rocky seashore with great force. She encouraged him to do what was right. Telling him she understood his need to stop his father, but she was a distraction to Galahad preventing him to achieve his goal of stopping Dulaque he chose his duty over her. Brie grabs another flute of champagne taking a sip while thinking she had to see this reclusive caretaker for herself; however, how could she go to the one place she dared not to go…The Library. She hasn't stepped one foot in there since the day it was created, but she always wondered how he…it was doing.

Hearing the noise of the security guards running pulls Brie out of her thoughts as the security guards reaches the blonde woman that came with the librarians to arrest the man that was under her foot in hand cuffs. With concern Brie approaches Galahad, seeing his wife he wraps his arms around her. "What happened, Galahad?"

Pointing to the man on the floor, "He tried robbing me, but this woman apprehended him before I could make a move." He turns his attention to the Colonel, "Thank you for helping Miss?"

"Colonel Braid, and you're welcome."

"Please let my wife and I treat you and your friends to dinner at our home to show you our gratitude for saving this day."

Knowing this would be a perfect opportunity to learn more about the look alike she agrees, "Sure. That sounds lovely."

"Here," Galahad pulls a card out of his breast pocket, "take this card call the number tomorrow afternoon, and a limo will pick you up and bring you to our home for dinner."

~xxx~

The librarians and the guardian walk though the back door as Jenkins pulls a book from a high shelf. "I see you all made it back."

"Yes. We did." Climbing down the ladder Jenkins asks, "So, what information did you all discover?"

Ezekiel was the first to answer, "Well, Jenkins 2.0 is awesomely rich, and very generous he offered us a home cooked meal tomorrow night."

"He's great at fencing," comments Braid.

Ezekiel cuts in, "Did I mention he gave us a business card? All we have to do is call the number and a limo will pick us up anywhere to bring us to his home for dinner."

"Well, Ezekiel sounds like you have a man crush on me 2.0!"

"He sounds just like ya it's creepy hearing your voice come out of…him," says a wide-eyed confused Jake.

"Your faces and bodies are the same dimensions as well," comments Cassie.

Jenkins watches as a small tint of red crosses Cassandra's cheeks as she tells him about having the same dimensions as he look alike. He knew her feelings for him; he couldn't help but to like the young woman. "How did you all get invited to his home?"

"I saved his life. A crazy gunman tried to rob him. I subdued the perp, and he offered us to dinner tomorrow night."

"Right. It could be a trap," says a concern Jenkins.

Colonel Braid nods her head, "Could be, but we could also gain a lot of intel while there."

~xxx~

The ride to the mysterious mansion would have been better if Cassandra wouldn't have been playing with every button, or Flynn checking out the alcoholic beverages and telling her all the different parts of the world the alcohol came from, or Jake and Ezekiel hanging out of the opening of the limo's sunroof.

Eve never wanted to be a mother and now she knows why. She was trying not to yell at the Librarians; however, they all were on a mission and she needed their attention. "Flynn, I think maybe you should leave the wet bar alone. Jones! Jake! Sit down! Cassandra shut the sunroof then leave all the buttons alone!" She sat there watching the librarians do as she asks. "We need to be alert and prepared for anything. Okay?"

Flynn nods his head, "Eve is right. We need to be alert and prepared for anything."

Colonel Braid smiles, "Okay let talk about what we know so far." They discuss strategies about how to find out more information about Jenkins 2.0. When Cassandra realizes there were trees on both sides of the limo instead of city buildings.

"Umm guys…where are we?" Everyone else turns to look out the limo windows to see the limo pulling up to a log cabin in the middle of nowhere.

The log cabin was huge with wide steps leading up to a wrap around pouch with large ceiling fans turning slowly. Several stained wooden rocking chairs with two small stained wooden tables next to the rocking chairs. The two doors leading to the log cabin was had designs on the bottom of each wooden door of one full oak tree and one small tree growing next to the larger oak. The doorframe had eloquent designs of filigree work not only on the outside but also on the inside of the doorframe. The librarians enter the log cabin seeing Jenkins 2.0 with his wife next to him smiling at them, as they seem to impress their guess. "Wow…this is a beautiful log home," comments Jake.

"Thank you. My wife and I are grateful for you all to come to our home." When they heard Jenkins voice come out of the younger man it brought them back to focus as to why they were there. The two hosts brought their guest to the dinning room where a feast was laid out before them. The eight-foot round table was covered with a purple cloth runner down the middle with bowls of different kinds of food and fixings. "You may sit where ever you like as long as I get to sit next to my wife and my hero."

Sitting down at the table everyone piles their plates with the food before them and after a few bites all agreed the food was delicious. "Thank you all, but if I'm honest I did not cook anything. We have a private chef. I'll make sure to let him know of your gratitude," reassures Brie.

"So, Jenk…Galahad how long have you two been an item," questions Braid.

Galahad takes a sip of his wine, "I've only had eyes for Brie since I was twenty. I thought she was the most beautiful soul I've ever met."

"Awe, love, you're embarrassing me."

"Sorry, my love," Galahad reaches for Brie's hand kissing the back of it still holding her hand he asks, "So, how long have you all work together?"

Flynn answers, "Well, Jenk…Galahad that's an interesting question I've been at the library for ten years. I'm one of the longest serving librarians there."

Brie couldn't help by ask, "And what do you do there Flynn?"

"Oh…me…just library things really."

Cassandra finally found her voice, "The rest of us have worked there for three years. Best three years of my life."

"Really? Sounds like a magical place for intellects such as yourselves," comments Brie. "Honestly, I'm happy to hear people finding joy in their work. It does make one's life seem better." Brie smiles at the librarians in front of her then takes a sip of her wine. She was happy to hear about her enjoying working for the library, but how would she and the others feel to discover her part in the concept and her reasoning of creating the library would she and the rest still enjoy working there?

Jenkins 2.0 asks, "What do you do there Jake?"

"I help find fake paintings or artifacts Jenk…Galahad."

Galahad looks confuse, but continue to ask questions, "Colonel Braid I assume you are head of security at the library? Am I correct to assume so?"

Braid wears a tight smile, "Yes, sir I am."

"Are you a solider as well?"

"Yes, sir. How can you tell?

"I was a solider too…a long time ago. I can always recognize a solider." Seeing how uncomfortable Colonel Braid was he moves on his questioning, "What do you do Ezekiel…it's Ezekiel right?"

"Yep, Jenk…Galahad I'm the tech guy. Got a computer issue I'm your man. I have a question for you. What do you do for a living?"

Galahad chuckles, "I do a little bit of everything, but mostly I invest my money. I have a question for you all. Why did all of you call me "Jenk" before calling me by my correct name?"

Exchanging glances at each other Flynn starts to answer, "Well, you see…ummm…"

"You look like a mate of ours at the library," interrupts Ezekiel.

Jake comments next, "Yeah, you even sound like him."

Cassandra looks into Galahad's eyes, "The only difference is you look a lot younger then him like forty or more years younger."

Colonel Braid grimace at the others spilling the beans about Jenkins to Galahad then decides to join in. "He even has a tailored suit just like that one with the same purple bow tie and the same matching pocket squire."

Galahad looks at his wife confused; however, her eyes were wide with shock, but no one at the table understood her shock. They had all just confirm what she was hoping was not true. Galahad turns his head laughing a hearty laugh. "That's brilliant. I would love to meet this man! Please let us visit you at the library you all love so much, and if this man that looks like me like you say he does. I'll donate five million dollars to your library." Brie lets out a breath she didn't realize she was holding.

"Galahad. Are you sure about this?"

"Oh, love, I am. I can't wait to meet this man. It explains why these fine young men and women have been staring at me all night and not to mention at the museum the other day."