gone to hell

As Sam suspected, she wasn't used to shirts. Given what she'd been wearing when she'd arrived, it was hardly a surprise. "Alright, so..." He stood up and showed her on his own shirt how each button lined up neatly, then untucked his shirt so he could tuck it in again, showing her how to neatly pull it out enough to look nicer. When he'd done he sat back down, hoping he'd explained it well enough to save her from further shirt-related mishaps. "Well, a lot of these are my personal collection..." He supposed he did have rather a lot of books. He'd never really considered it; being Ascended meant he didn't need his home for a lot of the bodily functions people might require facilities for, so he had just seen it as more storage for his work. "But the Atheneum in town is a very large library indeed. At the moment I'm trying to write copies of older books there that are falling into disrepair - it could easily be a lifetimes work." Of course, he had more than one lifetime, if things went well; still it was enough to keep him occupied for a long while. Samuel He took a step but then felt tired He said, I'll rest a little while But when he tried to walk again He wasn't a child