Cassandra led her to a small room not too far from the room they just left from. They entered the room. There was a twin size bed with a small dresser alongside the wall.
"I know it isn't much but-" Cassandra began.
"It's perfect," Amber interrupted. "I don't have much. Thank you."
Cassandra gave her a smile, "If you like, I can have Jacob and Jones bring your stuff in and you can just relax. I know it's been a hard day for you so far."
Amber gave her a big smile, "That would be great. Normally I would've gotten it myself but…I'm just too tired. Here's my keys." She dug into her purse and pulled out her keys. "It's the purple car."
Cassandra took the keys, "Thanks." She left the room and closed the door, letting Amber have some alone time.
Amber turned back to the room. She took off the purse and laid it on the dresser. She sat down on the bed. The moment her body sunk into it; her bones began to feel heavy. She realized how tired she really was after the events of the day. From arriving here from a long drive to the toll the vision took on her to the emotional toll of the outburst with Jenkins. She laid down on her side, her head hitting the pillow. Within a minute, she was out.
A knock on the door didn't disturb her. It opened and Jacob was about to call out to her until he saw she was sleeping. He gestured back to Jones to stay quiet and together they were able to bring her stuff in quietly as possible. Jacob turned off the light before he shut the door.
Next Morning
Amber woke up to the darkened room. She sat up with a yawn. She realized then that she was still in her clothes and that her stuff had been put into the room without her waking up. She bent over to her purse to pull out her phone. It was dead.
"Damn it," She muttered. She got up to flick the lights on. She rummaged through one of her bags and found the charger for her phone. She plugged it in and let it charge while she changed into something else. Once it lit up, she checked the time and realized how long she slept. It was 8 am. She completely missed dinner.
She left the room, her purse and phone behind. She wandered through the hallway until she found the room from the day before. She opened it to find nobody there. She went in and wandered around. She wasn't sure what to do so she started looking around. The table was still cluttered with papers and books. She even found the drawing she had made from her vision. Even the book Jenkins had found regarding Seers. Her stomach rumbled as she flipped through the book. A noise startled her, and she dropped the book onto the table as if she was afraid of getting caught doing something she wasn't supposed to do.
She looked up to see Jenkins leaning over the railing down at her.
"Morning," Amber greeted.
"Good morning, Miss. Wright," Jenkins replied before he leaned back and headed towards the stairs.
"Amber, please. I haven't been called Wright in a long time," she told him as she watched him go down the stairs. "Is there any way I could get some breakfast somewhere? I wasn't sure if this place had a kitchen."
Jenkins stopped at the end of the stairs and gestured her to follow, "Kitchen is this way."
Amber followed Jenkins through another door until they arrived at small kitchen area. She looked around and spotted a thing of tea. She headed to it and began making a cup of tea for herself. She looked back and realized that Jenkins was standing in the doorway.
"Oh, sorry. Did you want one?"
Jenkins shook his head, "No thank you. I already had a cup."
"I'm sure you did," Amber replied. She turned back when she had the water at the temperature she wanted. She opened the door above the kettle and found the mugs and tea bags. She picked up the one she liked and made a cup of tea.
She turned with it in her hands and sat down at the small table nearby. She gestured at Jenkins to sit with her. Jenkins came in and joined at the table. They sat silently as Amber drank and Jenkins stared at a wall.
"This is too awkward," Amber said as she set down the cup and sat back in the chair. Jenkins looked at her.
"Did you find anything about why the Library sent the letter?" Amber asked.
Jenkins shook his head, "Unfortunately no. As I said yesterday, the Library doesn't exactly communicate in the most normal of ways."
Amber snorted into her tea, "That's an understatement."
Jenkins adjusted his seat, "I do have questions if you're up to answering them?"
Amber looked at him. Her hands curled around the warm cup. She nodded.
"You just said earlier that you haven't been called Wright in a long time. Could you elaborate on that?" He asked her.
She sighed. She figured that all of her secrets would be out soon. Might as well let them out now.
"I haven't used my real name for a long time. I was going by Jane Raymond for a few years before I got the letter. When I saw my name on the letter, it was like a signal that it was time to go back."
"How long is a long time?" Jenkins parroted the question she asked him yesterday.
She grinned at him, "Copying me aren't ya?"
He raised an eyebrow at her.
"50 years."
Jenkins leaned towards her, "Say that again?"
"I haven't been Amber Wright since 1972."