Follow Sam

Ethan follows Sam outside, a little confused at what's going on and where she's taking him. Sam's walking fairly fast, but her short gait makes it easy for Ethan to keep up. As she gets to the street, Sam comes to a sharp halt, looking both ways before crossing. Ethan does the same, then manages to ask: "Where are we going?"

"The library," Sam answers, pointing to the building directly across the street from the town hall. "We have work in the archives."

"Ah..." Ethan glances at the library, wondering what good he'll be able to do in the archives.

Half walking, half marching, Sam leads Ethan inside, heading straight toward the back of the building. Ethan sees a woman who must be a librarian glancing over at them, her eyebrow noticeably raising. Offering her a small shrug, Ethan returns his attention to Sam, following her down a flight of stairs, a hall, and eventually, a door marked 'Archives'.

Walking inside, Ethan sucks in his breath. Boxes. Hundreds and hundreds of boxes sit stacked on shelves. Looking up, the uppermost boxes are near the ceiling, blocking light from the fixtures. Still following Sam, she leads him to a table surrounded by at least twenty boxes. Looking the table over, Ethan sees a laptop, a few empty coffee cups, and a notebook.

"Now," Sam sits at the table, scooting in her chair, "These boxes need to be returned to their proper places. The sorting system down here is horrendous but, I'm sure you'll adjust in no time. Once you're done with that, I'll need you to pull more. Sometimes a whole box, sometimes just a file. I'll be sure to tell you."

Ethan sighs, looking over the boxes around the table. "Alright then..."