“Is it? Surely I could just be a philosopher or something like that?” Zoey asks with a grin. She tucks the book into her satchel. She’s definitely keeping that one, because the Trojans sure as hell didn’t win that war in the stories. And it’s the same for every book she’s picked up so far. Key details are DIFFERENT. She might just have to gather all of the books she knows like the back of her hand back home. Really sit down and study them. “Except you’re right, I am. And I’m asking every variation of it. As pointless as it is.”

Oh yeah. “Hi. I take it you’ve been here a while, then.”