She'd taken some time off work that day. The way her 'new memories' were flashing in her head were too much of a distraction; if she was at risk during her bad days, things would only be worse until she could get a hold of things.
The library didn't always have the best selection of books. Not through any fault of the building of course, but simply because someone may've already checked out what she wanted (wasn't like she had a monopoly on them after all). Reading was something she did a lot when training to become an officer, if it wasn't reading it was field exercises and training-it was something to fall back on. If she couldn't recall memories of home or the war, she'd settle for reading up on past wars and other bits of military history.
Unfortunately, she kept finding herself going by the metaphysical/spiritual side of the library, memories of struggling with powers that weren't even hers, of trying to deal with friends who were worse than enemies. To even go to the historical section was an actual will on her part, to select books she's already read and go with what she new was familiar.
Finally coming with a few titles, Sonya made her way to one of the tables, hoping for some peace to try and organize her thoughts.