In the Great Library, in a corridor lined with bookshelves where all the books are still in place, Inric lies asleep on a bench. It is not a peaceful sleep. In his dreams he sees an old friend from a time long before. "Narayedaran, are you leaving too?" the dream-Inric asks. "Yes, my clan are hard-pressed. Have your clan not called you?" The dream-Inric looks down. "Yes, but... I want to protect the Library."