'A good library is a thing of beauty, and they are becoming fewer. It's a shame that so many are having to resort to desperate measures to remain open. This one, however, I am glad to say, has remained excellent. The number of books is in the thousands, at the very least. There are text-books, non-fiction books and all the paperbacks you could wish for. I wish I could spend my summers in here, sometimes.'
While Victoria looked around at the vast library, he watched her, watching for her reactions, her interest, her awe. He watched her face as she took in the scene before her. He didn't know why he was watching her, he just felt compelled to, by some unseen force he was not, as of yet, familiar with. Victoria was a very interesting type of human, unique in the most literal sense. All humans are unique in some aspects, but she was unique in much more of them, and he was bewildered by it each and every day.