Garrett and Ghost parted ways when it came to the split between the halls: Ghost to the girl's hall and Garrett to the adult's hall. It wasn't a big deal at all. She entered her room and closed the door and leaned against the solid plank of wood for a moment. What was she doing again? Oh yes, exploring. She washed her face in the bathroom and washed off the little pink spot on her elbow. She inspected her clothes and decided after much deliberation not to change into her pajamas. Her clothes were a bit mussed, but Garrett could deal. Then she wouldn't have to worry about messing them up.

She left her shoes by the bed and breezed on out to the hallway. Actually, on second thought she went back for her map that was now well worn with lines where it had been folded and re-folded. She studied it closely as she walked through the dim hallways. There seemed to be two floors to this library. That sounded promising. That also meant there were multiple entrances. She found herself stumbling through a second floor entrance. It was... magnificent if a bit musty smelling.

Ghost made her way around opening every window and door she could find. It helped her pass the time as she waited for Garrett without thinking. If anyone could air out the Library it was her.

Garrett went to his room and changed shirts, leaving the other one in the floor. It was a new thing of late to have clothing options, so he liked changing clothes as needed. He washed his face and brushed his teeth, which helped him feel somewhat revitalized after a long day. The map of the school was on the nightstand. He had a look at it to see where the Library was and then headed out, dutifully locking the door behind him.

As he entered the lower floor entrance, a gust of wind met him. It wasn't Ghost. It was the night air, coming in from open windows. They were all open. Garrett stood there a moment, his mouth hanging slack-jawed. He saw her opening a window on the second floor. As they seemed to be the only ones inside, he called out. "[yellow]Maya! Do those windows have screens? The bugs, not to mention the humidity, might actually ruin some of these books.[/yellow]" He didn't mean to sound harsh, but he had no idea of the volumes that were present here. Should any be rare or special works that weren't contained, every moment might be destroying them.

"These have screens." She motioned to the windows at the top that she had just finished opening, "Though I hadn't thought of bugs. If they'll be a prolem you can close the lower windows again. I can take care of the humidity." Now that she knew what elements to exclude she felt out the room with her power. The night had been warm and moist, warm was fine, but moist was the problem. First thing was first. She pulled a current of air from outside and ran it around the room, clearing the dank and flaccid smell. Then she concentrated on the humidity. She sucked the damp, heavy molecules outside and left the thinner, dry air inside. Then came the task of running around to close all those windows again.

"Better?" she called down to him. There was nothing worse than rank air. She struggled with a particularly stubborn window. It had slid up into the track easily enough, but it seemed to be stuck or something.

He was amazed by her ease at changing the air quality in the room. He actually felt the change occur. It was hard for him not to feel self conscious as he had nothing to match that, save for fixing a boo boo. One day that would change, he hoped. He closed the lower windows as she closed the upper ones. "[yellow]It's much better, actually. Thank you. You are like a walking air conditioner.[/yellow]" He chuckled with the comment, glad that they could joke around now.

He found her struggling with a window. He approached her, saying,"[yellow] I know how much you love men acting macho, but in this case, I need to.[/yellow]" He stepped in front of the window and pulled down on it. It didn't budge. He looked up into the track but all seemed to be well. He squinted his eyes at the window, knowing he would be eating foot pie if he didn't get it shut. He grabbed it again, pushing it up a bit, then pulling down. It was sticky, but, all of a sudden, it gave. It gave hard. The strength he was using now acted against him and the window came down with full force, catching his finger in the process.

The pain was enough to make him faint for a moment. As an impulse, he looked at it and shut it down. It was still injured, turning a shade of reddish purple, but he couldn't feel a thing. Sweat ran over his brows from the initial shock. He had to sit down in a nearby chair for a moment

"Oh shoot! Oh no oh no oh no." If he hadn't found a seat himself she would have pushed him into one, but Garrett seemed pretty good at taking care of himself. She settled on her knees in front of his chair and took command of the hand, her cool fingers gingerly testing it this way and that. At first she looked swiftly between his face and his hand, but there seemed to be no reaction. He must've done that numb thing. A wrinkle formed between her eyebrows, but she wasn't super careful anymore as she tested the finger.

"It's not broken... Are you okay?" She breathed out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding.

"It's not broken... Are you okay?"

It took a moment for Garrett to register that she was speaking to him. The pain had made him see stars and blank out for a moment. His body acted strangely. He felt a bit nauseous. It must have been confused when it went to send its normal rush of adrenaline and endorphins, but then the call was cancelled. It left him feeling queasy and clammy. Was this gift a curse? His focus returned to Maya, who was kneeling in front of him and checking his finger.

"[yellow]Y..Yes..I think so. My body doesn't feel right, though.[/yellow]" He blinked a few times and took a deep breath. "[yellow] Thank you for your timely rescue, though.[/yellow]" He held her hand with the rest of his fingers for a moment and then let go.

She put her cool hand on his forehead and let her hand come to cup his face. She looked right in his eyes, no messing around. "Do you need to see the Doc? I can go get him if you want." She mopped up a bit of the perspiration as he squeezed her hand. He didn't look his best and he had work in the morning.

"Actually, I think there's an emergency number on the map." She pulled the paper from it's spot tucked beneath the waistband of her skirt and left little room for him to protest. She flitted over to the phone mounted to the wall and started to dial, but Garrett didn't seem to want to see the good doctor again so soon. She supposed it wasn't really an emergency. She sighed not really able to do much else.

"Yay for being some of the most coordinated people around." She fell into a seat next to Garrett feeling rather useless.

She was being very sweet and concerned for someone who seemed so resistant to him. Perhaps it was her nature. He was learning, bit by bit. He shook his head at her as she prepared to call the DocProf. He would be alright. The old man should rest anyway, if he even did sleep. He was starting to feel better. He looked at his finger, dreading when he woke up in the morning, since his control would be washed away in sleep.

She sat beside him, speaking of their lack of coordination. "[yellow]Well, Maya, at least we have each other to look out for. That's always a plus.[/yellow]" He looked at the library. It was quite full. There were computers here, too. He had wondered why a place with a Danger Room wouldn't have access to the internet for the students. It made perfect sense to find them here, but he was happy nonetheless.

"You keep doing that." She yawned. Augh. She was sitting still and that meant she was getting tired. She slid lower in the chair to get more comfortable and draped her legs over the arm. "calling me Maya." She clarified when he looked a bit bewildered. She never could determine if she minded... it was... different. "Why?"

She glanced around at the books. She liked books. Usually she enjoyed the smell of the glue in the binding, but she guessed that the mildew smell wasn't from the hard floors. The mansion was nearly complete, though even now the scars of destruction were still evident.

"[yellow]Becuase it's your name. Ghost is just..I don't know, so impersonal. We are friends, you call me Garrett. I call you Maya.[/yellow]" He shrugged and smiled.She was getting tired. He could tell because she wasn't floating around full of joy. He understood, as he was tired himself, especially after the mini episode. The tour might have to be postponed for some much needed rest.

"[yellow]It's a beautiful name, too. Just rolls off the tongue.[/yellow]" It also filled him with warm feelings, but this was no time to say that. He stretched and a yawn escaped. "[yellow] Maybe we should continue our tour tomorrow when I get home from work. I need to pass out.[/yellow]"

He had a point. She did call him Garrett. But what was she supposed to call him, Seizure? Her inner voice was laughing, but she just couldn't muster a smile. She was fading fast. "By all means, pass out." She waved her arm. "I'll just carry you to bed then." She did chuckle then.

"You know Maya means something different in just about every language." She slid off the chair and found her feet before grabbing Garrett's good hand. She wasn't really going to carry him, but she was sure as heck gonna make sure no more windows bit him between the library and where the hallway split. "Maya was the mother of Buddha." She pulled him to his feet.

"In Greek it means Uncertain." She yawned and tucked his hand into the crook of her arm. "Sanskrit it means Illusion. Hindus are all about escaping the maya of the world." She laughed lightly as they walked, she never seemed to miss a chance to educate. She really would make a good teacher. "There are some goddess named Maya, of course. In Japanese it has connotations of everlasting, but I think my mom named me Maya because in Arabic it means Princess." She flashed him a toothy grin.

"Because her's meant Queen or Ruler." She left the 'of the sea' part off. There was no need to spill every bean all at once.

"[yellow]Carry me to bed? Great idea.[/yellow]" He smiled at her weakly and winked. He stood and his legs felt a bit rubbery. A hot shower and bed and I'll be alright., he thought to himself. She began explaining to him the various roots of her name. He thought she was quite eloquent , as well as being lovely. He remembered something from his own studies to add to the conversation.

"[yellow] Isn't there also a Mount Maya in Kobe? Although not a Buddhist, I have studied about some of the older temples.[/yellow]" He thought he had done well remembering such an obscure fact. Many hours of scrolling Wikipedia in public libraries brought him to that conclusion. "[yellow]Garrett is an Anglo-Saxon name meaning spear wielder. I don't think my parents knew that, but nonetheless, that's all it means.[/yellow]"

They made their way down the hall towards the split, arm in arm.

"Sharp." She smiled and pat his arm where it lay against hers. "I'd forgotten about that one. It's interesting to see how names seem to make a difference." She was stalling now, though it was obvious that Garrett needed to go to bed. She sighed.

"Well, I guess I'll see ya after work or something. I won't embarrass you on your first day, but maybe later in the week I'll make lunch or something."

She gave his arm a little squeeze took a few steps and then waved. "Oyasumi Nasai."