When she'd seen the library, Fred had been both filled with dread and with hope. While she knew she might possibly, maybe, be able to find the answers there, that had also been the place she'd first disappeared from, when she'd gone to Pylea. It helped that this library, on walking in, didn't look like a library in the sense that she knew them. This "library" seemed to have almost as many computers as books, and there was no card catalog that she could find.
After finding the website and odd message board online, Fred had found the one person she'd been praying deep down that she'd find, Angel. Now that he was on his way, she didn't have to do anything except wait. She'd procured a random notepad someone had left and borrowed a pen from the circulation desk, and had retreated into a chair all the way in the back. The cushion had been pulled off and tossed on the floor, and she was curled up with all of her limbs pulled inside, scribbling furiously on the paper. By the time Angel sat down, she was already five pages of randomness in.
Looking over at him, she blinked, then smiled brightly. Almost reaching out to hug him, she then stopped and hugged herself instead, the pen and pad clutched tightly in her hands. "Angel! It's real good to see you, did you have fun on your trip and were you able to get over - I-I mean deal with - what's her name dying?"