Willy watched the proceedings with a kind of wide-eyed curiousity, his head tilted up and to the side, so he was watching everything somewhat out of the corner of his eyes. He figured that Viorcia was a very important figure in the castle- was something mentioned that it was hers? He wasn't sure, but she definitely liked using it to be extravagant. Either way, he figured that there would be quite a bit of change.

He rocked back on his heels, his blood daze wearing off. He looked about, watching the proceedings, and taking careful note of Evelyn's vulnerability, comparing it to the smooth neutrality and formality from before. He watched all the ancients' reactions, and after careful consideration, he took a deep breath, and just said, "I'ma be in the library." 

He snatched his book from the table and very nearly ran out of the room, in very much need of somewhere at least slightly familiar. He didn't stop for anything- just rushed through the corridors, automatically turning, the route memorized within not by effort, but by simple memory.

When he finally reached the library, the short route feeling seemingly endless, he kept going, moving through the shelves for the ideal spot. Some minutes later, he found it against one of the farther walls, where a small table, lamp, and chair sat. He wasn't in the middle for sitting, and instead ending up laying down, book above him as he opened it, and his bookmark fell onto his face.

He slowly, carefully, set his book down, holding the bookmark with his other hand now. He held it up, feeling a burst of hope. Several names, weird names that all had similarity, with PASS:, and then a different word or phrase for each that had a mix of numbers, capital letters, or lower case letters. Usernames and passwords- half of them were labelled for various games, while the very topmost one was labelled "GMAIL."

The only problem was that, while remembering what email was, and figuring that gmail was some company's email type, he had neither any kind of laptop or computer, nor internet, nor any idea what website it was. He thought about it for a moment, and eventually decided that he couldn't do much of anything about it now. He was dead, by their standards, whoever they were, family or friends, and it'd be best to leave it that way.

It took some time for him to reach this conclusion, and slowly tore off the top of the paper bookmark, and shredded it. He stuffed the remains in his pocket, he opened his book to the beginning, and he began reading about Arthur Dent, the impending demise of his own, and then the demise of the planet Earth, and his stint of hitchhiking across the galaxy with his friend, Ford Prefect.