A/N: So….I am being intentionally vague with describing real places considering I've never been. Also kind of based the library on my workplace (bookshop :P) so…yeah. Hope it works!

It was dark outside. Tara could see a sliver of orange from the street lights through the crack in the bedroom curtains. It would still be dark when she got up in five minutes. She hadn't slept well that night, despite the warmth of Willow behind her, breathing softly into her neck. Normally laying in the redhead's embrace snuggled up beneath the covers was enough to soothe her into a deep sleep. And Willow was comforting her. It was just…first day nerves. In just over an hour Giles would arrive to pick her up and drive her to the library for her first ever shift there. She would be meeting new people, in an unfamiliar setting, with unfamiliar systems, and, oh Goddess, what if she did something wrong and they fired her and-no. She took a deep, slow breath to calm the jitters. There was nothing she could possibly do in a library that would result in her being fired on the spot. Unless she purposefully set fire to the books or something stupid like that. And really, why would she do that?

The glowing red numbers on the alarm clock opposite her read 7:59am. One minute to go… She reached one arm out of the warmth from beneath the bed covers, ready to stop the alarm as soon as the numbers ticked over, and felt Willow's arms tighten around her middle in response.

The alarm clock display changed to the dreaded 8:00am and just before the alarm could start obnoxiously buzzing at them both she hit the button on top to turn it off. She sighed and moved to discretely slip out of bed, but found herself being dragged backwards and held tighter still.

"Nooooo…" Willow gave a sleepy moan into Tara's neck. She laughed softly and tried to push Willow's arms away.

"You know I have to get up now." She said. Willow shook her head stubbornly.

"You are not authorized to leave the bed at this moment in time, ma'am."

"Will…."

"Yes, ma'am?" Willow raised her head just enough to look at Tara. Tara glanced over with her stern face on but found her will crumbling as her girlfriend utilized the puppy dog-eyes/bed hair combo. There was even a little pout to go with it.

"Stoppit!"

"But I thought you said you were immune…" Willow said innocently. Tara paused.

"I think I lied…" She mumbled. Willow cracked a grin.

"You think?" She asked playfully, and Tara nudged her with one shoulder.

"You should get up too." She said. Willow responded with a disgruntled noise and a frown. "I'll make pancakes…"

"Okay!" Willow all but sprang from bed. Tara grinned as the coaxing worked, and pushed away the covers as she sat up.

"Go and shower, I'll have breakfast ready when you come down." She told Willow.

"You're the best." Willow said with a grin. She grabbed her towel, kissed Tara's cheek as she passed and dashed out of the bedroom. A minute later Tara heard the shower running across the hall. She sighed and slowly stood up. Her eyes felt gritty from lack of sleep, her mind sluggish, and she hoped it wouldn't affect her ability to work.

She took down her dressing gown from the back of the bedroom door and pulled it on while heading out onto the landing and down the stairs to the kitchen to make a start on breakfast.

Tara was effectively alone in the house half an hour later. Dawn was still asleep upstairs, dead to the world, and would be for a while yet. Buffy and Willow had both left for work already, wishing her luck. Willow had given her a kiss and a "you'll be great" before hurrying out the front door after Buffy. Still, Tara felt butterflies flitting about her stomach. She felt both excited and nervous.

She already had her shoes and jacket on, and had packed and repacked the brown canvas messenger bag she had decided on being her 'work bag', checking she had lunch, notebook, pens…anything she deemed useful for the day. She was about to rummage through it again when the doorbell rang, and she stood up and hung the bag over one shoulder, then made her way to the door to open it.

"Good morning." Giles greeted her brightly. "Ready?"

"Yep." Tara nodded and checked her bag once more for house keys and money before leaving the house and closing the door behind herself. Giles lead her to where he had parked his car at the curb and unlocked it by pressing a button on the key fob, then climbed into the driver's seat and pulled the door closed. He waited for her to get into the passenger seat beside himself, then leaned over and picked up a small card attached to a little clip and held it out to her.

"Your staff card." He announced. Tara took it from him and inspected the front. It had the library logo and her name printed on it, along with an embarrassing photo of herself. Very official looking. The car engine rumbled into life and Giles pulled away from the curb, heading into town.

"Try not to look so worried." He said, sounding amused. Tara smiled and glanced over at him, willing herself to relax.

"I'm okay. Just new job jitters." She said, clipping the card to the waistband of her long skirt. She had been given a smart/casual dress code and so had opted for a long black skirt, sensible shoes and a fitted white shirt. Giles was wearing tan slacks and a shirt so she figured she had made the right choice.

"You'll do brilliantly." Giles said encouragingly. "What could possibly go wrong?"

"That's what everyone keeps saying…"

The library buildings were about the size of a city block. The main one, where Tara and Giles would be working, was several stories high, all white stone and Corinthian columns, with a bust of the goddess Athena staring down at visitors passing through its main doors. It was pretty hard to miss and definitely impressive, but today Tara paid no attention to the brilliant architecture and striking interior. She mutely followed Giles as he led her up several flights of stairs and through an electronically locked door to the staff area. Tara knew the area from her employee induction the previous week and so headed straight for the staff room. It was currently empty, though a few coats and bags were already hanging on the multitude of coat pegs across the room by the windows. There was a large table in the middle of the room with a few chairs around it. Someone had left a packet of biscuits there for colleagues to share. A whiteboard covered one wall and had several notices written on it, and sheets of paper tacked around it. Against the opposite wall sat a low bank of pigeon holes each one labelled with an employee's name. Tara saw her name scrawled in black Sharpie on an address label stuck on one at the end of the bottom row. There were a couple of sheets of A4 stuffed inside so she bent down and pulled them out curiously as she crossed the room. Someone had printed out what looked like a little FAQ sheet for her, detailing passwords for the computer systems and other useful information. She smiled at the thoughtfulness and read over a few points, then folded the sheets and put them in her bag for later. She hung up her coat and bag then left the room to find Giles. Which wasn't hard as he was stood in the doorway to the manager's office at the far end of the corridor.

"Morning, Tara." Sam said, standing up from behind her desk. Tara paused just inside the doorway and smiled at her new boss. Sam was a tall woman wearing heels that made her taller still, and Tara had to tip her head back slightly to maintain eye contact as she pushed off from the desk to stand in front of her employees. She wore a grey trouser suit with her ID clipped to the breast pocket of her jacket, and had her jet black hair pulled back into a tight no nonsense bun at the back of her head. She shook Tara's hand, then crossed her arms. "How are you feeling?"

"Nervous." Tara admitted, looking into friendly coke-bottle green eyes that creased in amusement with her response. "But pretty confident." She added, in case Sam took that to mean Tara thought she couldn't do the job.

"Good." Sam said, going back over to her desk and sitting down in the swivel chair. "Well, I've got a relatively easy job for you today. Rupert will fill you in." And she spun back to face her computer and continued typing away at whatever Giles had interrupted her from. They left the office and he took her into the staff kitchen, a small room furnished with the basics (kettle, toaster, microwave on a worn counter, and fridge beneath, cupboards above, sink and draining rack opposite).

"Would you like a cup of tea?" Giles asked her, lifting the kettle from its base. Tara nodded and stood out of the way with her arms folded over her chest.

"Sure." She said, and watched as Giles filled the kettle from the tap at the sink, then put it back in its place and flipped the switch to boil the water. He opened the cupboard above the kettle and took down two mugs, inspected them to make sure they were clean, then closed the door and set them down on the counter and took two teabags from the tin by the kettle and dropped one into each mug.

"So, today, we'll be going through some of the donations sent in and cataloguing them." Giles said, turning his back on the kettle and leaning against the counter, hands resting either side of him. "I'll be there to help you with the computer system."

"We won't be dealing with customers?" Tara asked.

"No. This will give you a chance to see how things work, first." Giles said. "It can be a bit complicated, so I'll be there to help, but you'll be doing the majority of it." Tara gave him a crooked grin.

"So I'm like your slave for the day?" She asked.

"Not quite." Giles turned back to the kettle as it finished boiling water and the switch clicked off, though not before Tara saw the amused smile cross his face. He poured water into the mugs, then added a splash of milk from the fridge, stirred and dumped the tea bags in the bin. The mug he then passed over to her was filled with a dark brown steaming tea, a 'proper cuppa' as he and Cat put it.

"Thanks." She said, following Giles back out into the corridor. He led her past the manager's office and around the corner, through a door into a well-lit and spacious room. There were several wooden laminate desks along one wall with computers on standby on most of them, a large desk in the centre of the room topped with a couple of cardboard boxes filled with books, DVDs and CDs. More boxes were shelved on metal racking around the rest of the room, standing near floor to ceiling.

"Pick a computer and login, I'll get you some donations to sort through." Giles said. He stood by the large central desk and rooted through some of the boxes while Tara stopped the first computer she came to and sat in the desk chair, putting her tea beside the mouse. She woke up the computer and typed in the login details she remembered from her induction and waited for it to load. Giles brought over one of the cardboard boxes and showed her how to log in to the library's main system, then left her to it.

Tara had to admit, it was easier than she thought. She didn't have much experience with computers but even so she was able to figure out the system within a couple of tries. Check over the item to make sure it was okay, zap the barcode, and the system pretty much did the rest. Before long she had almost emptied her first box.

A couple of hours later she was almost finished with the second box. Giles had taken their mugs and left the room to get refills and snacks ready for the next load of cataloguing, leaving her alone in the room. It was oddly quiet without the sound of Giles moving about rustling paper and shifting boxes now, without his idle chatter. She could hear the sounds of the street filtering through the high windows across the room, the humming of fluorescent tube lights overhead and the wheezing of the computer fans. But those noises were faint and belonged to machines and electronics. She felt uneasy and wasn't entirely sure why until she put her hand back into her cardboard box and felt a crack of energy, not unlike static, as her fingers grazed the surface of the last book. She sharply withdrew her hand and stood up to look inside the box in surprise. There in the bottom, sat by itself, was a plain brown leather-bound book. A journal perhaps. The feeling of unease stemmed from the sudden aura of magic seeping from the thing. She wasn't sure what had triggered it-perhaps the close proximity to herself-but the aura had definitely not been there when she had started on the box. She reached back in and brushed her fingers experimentally against the cover once again. It was soft, well used, and it made her skin tingle. It was most definitely supernatural. She lifted the book out to have a closer look, turning it over in her hands. The cover was completely plain, no writing on the front, back or spine, and was relatively thick. It was cracked and creased in places, old. The pages looked yellowed and had the musty smell of aged paper. It was fairly small, a little bigger than a standard book, and just about an inch thick. She flicked it open to look inside, and caught a glance of black ink on yellow pages just before a strong ice cold wind swept through the room, tugging at her hair and clothes as it blasted past, rustling paper and blowing over several boxes behind her. Just as suddenly as it started it had stopped and all was still. Tara paused, then hastily closed the book and put it down on the desk in front of her.

"That can't be good." She muttered, turning to look around the room behind herself. Nothing seemed amiss despite the sudden indoors meteorological incident.

The door opened and Giles entered with two fresh mugs of steaming tea in both hands, and kicked the door shut behind himself. He frowned as he took in her ruffled appearance and nervous expression.

"What's wrong?" He asked, concerned and confused.

"Um, maybe this?" Tara picked up the journal and held it up to show it to him.

"Don't touch that!" A voice screeched suddenly, and a woman materialized in front of her and viciously backhanded the book out of her grasp. It flew out of her hand, slammed into the wall and landed face down on the desk with a bang. The woman immediately disappeared. Giles stood frozen mid step.

"Oh…"

Tara gaped at him, hand still held up as though she hadn't had the book knocked free of her fingers.

"What was that?!" She demanded. Giles looked at her for a moment, then put down the mugs of tea on the desk closest to him and took off his glasses to give the lenses a thorough polishing on his shirt front.

"Well, I believe that could have been the manifestation of the book's owner. Or a ghost. Or both." They both turned to face the far right corner of the room as the fluorescent light there began to buzz louder and grow brighter. The tube stuttered erratically for a couple of seconds, then blinked back to its original state as though nothing had happened.

"Uh, I think it's still here…" Tara commented needlessly. Giles put his glasses back on.

"Yes. I suggest a tactical retreat for the moment."

"I agree…" Tara said, blue eyes on the shadow building slowly in the far corner of the room. She backed slowly towards the door and groped blindly for the handle, then pushed down. She felt the latch free and pulled the door open. Giles grabbed the teas and rushed out with her. Tara shoved the door closed as they entered the corridor.

"Hold these." Giles thrust the mugs of tea at her and barely gave her the chance to catch them before he was rummaging in his trouser pockets. Tara winced as hot tea spilled over the side of one of the mugs and burned her fingers. She heard keys jingle and looked down as Giles selected one and thrust it into the lock, turning until it clicked.

"This should stop anyone crossing paths with it, providing it stays put." Giles said. "At least until we can figure out what to do with it."

"Should we call Cat?" Tara suggested. "She's a reaper and…well, I think it's a ghost."

"I'm sure we can figure it out ourselves." Giles said, taking his mug of tea from her. "We are just as well equipped as they are to deal with these matters." Tara's eyebrow twitched. What he said was true, but…they did happen to know a slayer and a reaper who were kind of experts in dealing with supernatural stuff gone wrong. Hell, Cat could just materialize the sole item she needed to deal with it out of thin air.

"Okay, so then…What shall we do?" She asked. She knew a few containment spells off hand, but they needed ingredients unavailable at the moment. They could try Google for other, simpler spells, but really, the books they both had at home held better answers.

"Do you think the staff kitchen has rock salt?" Giles asked eventually.

The staff kitchen did not have rock salt.

"Bugger." Giles muttered, closing the door of the final cupboard. "There's nothing here we can use."

"I think we're in the wrong kind of library." Tara said, thinking back to the books they had at home, enough to start an arcane library, and the handy bits and bobs used for spells or warding off of various nasties.

"I think I'll start bringing some supplies to work." Giles muttered, pulling open a cutlery drawer and rummaging inside in the hope of finding…well, anything. Tara frowned at him.

"Has this happened before?" She asked.

"No, never." Giles said, pushing the drawer closed and opening the next one. It was filled with tea towels. "I wonder what triggered it…?"

"I don't know. Maybe me." Tara said. Giles closed the drawer and looked back at her. "It was fine until I touched that book."

"Yes…It did seem rather possessive of that…" He agreed. "What was it, do you suppose?"

"A journal." Tara answered immediately. Of that she was certain. "I recognised some alchemical symbols, hand written. Old, I think."

"Interesting." Giles said quietly, brow creased in thought.

"If it's a ghost, and not…some weird projection or something, could we try asking what it wants?" Tara suggested. Giles raised his eyes to meet hers as he considered the proposition. "I mean, Cat said that when she brought me back I picked up a couple of reaper tricks, so maybe I can control it like she does?"

"It's worth a shot." Giles agreed. He downed his tea and set the now empty mug beside the sink. "Come on, let's try it before anyone comes up for lunch, or the damn thing escapes."

"I don't hear any screaming." Tara said as they left the staff kitchen. "That's a pretty good sign it hasn't moved."

"Let's hope it stays that way." Giles muttered, knowing full well how hard it was to explain away weird supernatural occurrences to average people as rational goings on. He fished the keys from his pocket as they reached the door. Tara cocked her head to listen for any noise within the room but heard nothing. This floor seemed to be empty now save for them and the spirit.

She felt jittery and was able to sense a dark presence ahead of them. She knew it was the awakened spirit manipulating their feelings. Standard spooking techniques. Giles glanced sideways at her as he fit the key in the lock and twisted.

"I hope you know what you're doing." He said. He looked tense. Tara offered him what she hoped was a confident smile. She had no clue what she was doing, and admitting she was about to wing it was probably not the best idea. Giles seemed to believe in her as he pushed down on the door handle and let it swing open inwards. The hinges creaked as it opened slowly, revealing a gloomy interior now lit purely by the windows at the far end. The lights were off, the computer screens dark.

Giles and Tara leaned through the doorway while keeping their feet planted firmly within the corridor and looked around. They could see no sign of the spirit.

Then, one after the other, each computer screen blinked on, showing the library login page. Above them the lights began to hum and finally burst back into life.

Giles sighed.

"Always with the theatrics." He said, motioning for Tara to enter after him as he stepped inside the room. She did so, leaving the door open for…just in case. She took a deep breath and cleared her throat. She needed to focus. As far as they knew the 'reaper' aspect that had cropped up in her magic shortly after Cat brought her back to life had been a temporary thing rather than a permanent taint.

"If there is anyone here, please show yourself." She said, attempting to make her tone as authoritative as possible. So perhaps saying 'please' wouldn't help. Nothing happened for a few short seconds. Then the door slammed shut behind them with a loud bang that made her jump.

"Parlour tricks." Giles said, reaching out a comforting hand to touch her arm. "Don't worry."

"We just want to talk, if you have any-" There was suddenly an angry young woman stood in front of her in late 1800s dress. Giles grabbed Tara by the back of her shirt and yanked her backwards, away from the spirit. She stumbled a couple of steps until her shoulders hit the hard wood of the closed door. "Hi…"

"It's my book!" The ghost shouted furiously, advancing until she stood toe to toe with them both. "Mine! You stay away."

"G-get back." Tara told it.

"They're my secrets, my ideas, you can't have them, you-"

"Get back." Tara ordered, and the spirit instantly stopped talking and took several steps backwards, looking thoroughly confused. It waited a beat, then swooped off towards the desk where the journal still lay and paced backwards and forwards moaning about its book.

"Well done…" Giles commented, muscles still tense as he watched the ghost.

"Thanks…" Tara muttered, slumping against the door. So, that hadn't gone as well as expected. She could order the ghost to do something and it had to obey for several seconds. But they couldn't talk to it. All it was interested in was its journal. "How do we get rid of it without any of the ingredients for exorcisms or…anything?"

"I wonder why it's here?" Giles said, more to himself than Tara. The book was clearly important to it, and it must have travelled here with it. He had heard of many stories where ghosts had haunted objects, usually a personal item, sometimes a murder weapon… In this case it seemed more likely to be the former.

"Well, it's angry, but I don't think it's malevolent. It could have hurt us but didn't. Just knocked the book…" Tara stopped as realization dawned. "The book!" The ghost whipped round to face her.

"It's mine!" It screeched, then went back to pacing before the desk.

"The…thing?" Giles asked Tara quietly, deciding to substitute 'book' for 'thing' to stop the spirit becoming too peeved.

"It manifested itself because of the…thing." Tara said, catching on. "So, if we get rid of the thing, we get rid of the ghost, right?"

"Well, yes, but I suspect getting rid of the thing because of the ghost is what wound up with us receiving the thing." Giles replied. Tara gave a wry smile and shook her head.

"I mean…destroying it." She admitted, already feeling guilty for suggesting it. The book was important to the spirit, and said spirit hadn't hurt them or caused too much chaos. It felt like a pretty harsh way of getting rid of it. "That will allow the ghost to pass on, won't it?" Giles raised his eyebrows at Tara.

"I believe so!" He said. "The best method would be fire…" His brow creased as he thought up a way to burn the book.

"I could use magic?" Tara suggested.

"No, you'll need to keep the spirit at bay while I grab the b-thing." He replied. "One of my colleagues smokes, she'll have a lighter in her bag in the staff room. We'll commandeer it, burn the thing, and return the lighter before she notices it's gone."

"Okay, go get the lighter, I'll…babysit the spook." Tara said.

"All right. Be careful." Giles said, squeezing her shoulder once before leaving the room. The ghost didn't even look up as the door opened and closed. Tara shifted her weight uncomfortably, blue eyes on the spirit as it drifted to and fro. She felt uneasy by herself in the same room as a ghost. It made the fine hairs on her arms and the back of her neck prickle and rise. Despite all the demons and vampires she had faced, there was just something about spirits that put her on edge. Though currently the ghost had no interest in her at all. It simply paced backwards and forwards in front of the desk, stiff skirts swishing and hobnailed boots tapping on the wooden floor as it occasionally glanced mournfully at its journal.

While the spirit appeared corporeal enough to slap the journal from her hands, or interfere with the electronics in the room it seemed the ghost was unable to do more than that. It couldn't pick up the journal, and it seemed unable or unwilling to move too far away. If she concentrated hard enough Tara noticed she was able to see objects through the ghost, like it was a shadow or a memory.

Behind her the door opened, and was once again left open, and Giles entered holding a green plastic lighter.

"I think we should do this in the kitchen." Tara told him. "It's going to set off the fire alarms and they'll be able to tell which room triggered it. The kitchen will be easier to explain."

"Burnt toast." Giles nodded. "So…How will we get the book to the kitchen with the ghost guarding it?"

"I have an idea…"

"Back!" Tara shouted, as Giles ran out into the corridor clutching the ghost's journal. The ghost itself had immediately started shrieking, a look of cold fury in its eyes, but as Tara ordered it away it faltered and instead its face contorted into an expression of pure rage. Tara swallowed and dashed after Giles.

He rounded the corner and stumbled as the enraged spirit materialized in front of him. She screamed as he rushed through her and he shuddered. It felt like walking through icy cold cobwebs.

"Get back!" Tara cried again, glad that no staff had come up yet for lunch. This whole spectacle must look insane… The ghost grit her teeth and growled in her throat at the Wiccan, allowing Giles and Tara to pass once again.

"We must thank Cat when we next see her! This reaper magic is incredibly useful!" Giles called over his shoulder to Tara.

"Noted." She replied, wincing in sympathy as Giles slammed his shoulder into the staff kitchen door and barrelled inside. Tara followed, turning to face the doorway as she entered. "Stay back!" She ordered the ghost and slammed the door in its face as it skidded to a halt outside.

Giles opened the book to bare some of the flammable paper pages and put it in the sink to contain the blaze, then lifted one page and flicked the flint on the lighter to get a flame. He paused though, before touching light to paper as a passage written hastily in black ink caught his eye.

"This is fascinating…" He murmured.

"Giles!" Tara cried. "Burn it!" The ghost whooshed through the door and immediately started screaming as she saw the naked flame in Giles' hand. "STOP!" Tara ordered and the spirit froze in place.

"My book!" She screeched. Giles quickly thrust his hand in the sink and the flame took to the dry paper immediately, much to the spirit's dismay. The plates and cups in the cupboards began to rattle as the spirit continued to wail, stuck in place by Tara's latest command. Smoke curled from her clothes and simultaneously began to billow from the sink as the fire took hold. Finally, as the spirit lunged towards Giles she burst into flames and disappeared.

A shrill ringing echoed through the building as the fire alarms went off, alerted by the smoke in the kitchen. Giles watched the burning book a moment and then turned on the tap in the sink to dowse the flames. Tara heaved a sigh and pushed one hand back through her hair.

"This is definitely not how I imagined my first day."

"I can assure you it's not normally like this." Giles said. "Would you take care of this? I'm going to find Sam and let her know she doesn't need to evacuate the building." Tara nodded and Giles rushed out of the kitchen.

She peered into the sink and wrinkled her nose. The book was a soggy mess, still smoking as it cooled. Most of the pages had burned away, leaving behind a charred mess of black goo where ash had mixed with water. Ink had run from some pages and the rest were stuck together. She shut off the tap then touched one finger to the pages and paused, concentrating hard. There wasn't even a residual sense of magic now. Confident the ghost was well and truly gone, she picked it up by the leather corners of the cover and dropped it into the bin beneath the counter, covering it over with paper towels from the wall dispenser by the sink so no one would see it. She grabbed some more paper towels and began mopping out the mulch from the sink and dumped that into the bin too.

A few minutes later the alarms shut off. Shortly afterwards Giles was back, looking somewhat flustered. Tara offered him a crooked smile.

"Did you get in trouble?" She asked.

"Sam wasn't impressed." He said, clearing his throat. "Where's the book?" Tara pointed to the bin and he nodded. "Good."

"I feel kind of bad." Tara said. "That ghost was really passionate about her book."

"And so she should have been." Giles said. "From the passage I read she was an alchemist working on a spell to make herself immortal. A different take on the philosopher's stone or the elixir of youth. I expect it backfired and turned her into a ghost forever tied to the journal." Tara raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"Well. I'm glad she can rest in peace now." She said, hoping that's what the ghost would have wanted. Giles smiled at her.

"Come on. I think we've earned a break." He said, leaving the kitchen and heading towards the staff room.

Tara and Giles left the library a little after six following a short meeting with Sam to see how Tara felt the day had gone (Tara obviously skimmed over the ghost incident while telling her boss how great the day had been). They made their way wordlessly to Giles' parked car, climbed in, slammed the doors, and both relaxed into the seats with a sigh.

"That was a long day." Tara murmured, feeling drained. Her shoulders ached from lifting heavy boxes of donations down onto her desk and her neck felt stiff from hunching over her computer.

"Not too long, I hope?" Giles asked as he pulled his seat belt across himself and fastened it. Tara smiled and shook her head, doing the same as Giles pushed the key into ignition and started the engine.

"No. I…actually had a good day, believe it or not." She settled into her seat for the drive home. "I'm looking forwards to tomorrow."