It's been a few days since she's had a decent meal, and sandwiches are really starting to get tiresome. Now Sarah finds herself in the library, her wardrobe not so much pleasant as it is horrendous these days because she can't seem to find anything that fits her right, let alone is for a girl. She still wears jeans scavenged from a drawer somewhere in another empty room, but they are not exactly comfortable, and a nicer shirt has been found, but it is still a men's button down and therefore fairly unflattering. She sighs a little as she skims over a recipe about duck which sounds completely vulgar to her, and settles on one about souffle, it's a chocolate souffle, but it's something different at least. And it sounds good. After a little while she becomes somewhat sleepy and settles her head down on the open book wishing all of this wasn't so damn hard. She begins to cry for the first time since she's gotten here, just a little, just to get it out of the way for right now. After that is through she falls into a very light sleep.

     Sarah is in the kitchen this evening looking a bit silly seeing as she is in a man's button up shirt and her own pair of jeans. For some reason all the clothing she's been able to find anywhere has been for men and she really didn't feel like venturing very far to try and find something else, and for that matter she has no money. She has no one to look good for anyway, so it doesn't bother her so much.
      She is currently looking through refrigerator for something to eat that doesn't look dangerous. She most definitely has been and will be staying away from fruit of any kind, and so far most of her meals have  consisted of peanut butter and toast as they seemed the least likely thing to cause her harm. This evening however she is frustrated and sick to her stomach, and wishing she knew how to cook better. She sighs as she slams shut the refrigerator and leans against it, closing her eyes, taking a few deep breaths and trying to calm herself down.

     A little while after her arrival Sarah decides that not much can be accomplished by sitting around. She leaves the main room, deciding to explore the rest of the house and possibly find a way out of here herself. She doesn't find a way out, but she does find an empty bedroom, and though she isn't very old she's smart enough to commit to memory where it is in case she does get stuck in this place. She doesn't like the thought, but she at least realizes that it is a possibility. She leaves off the room, and that idea in favor of more exploration. Eventually she ends up in the library and finds herself scanning the titles of the books, some are familiar, some aren't. One in particular stands out and she pulls it down off the shelf, cracking it open and scanning the pages, becoming rather entranced in the work. Should someone wish to bother her, or sneak up on her they should feel free to do so, or should some one just happen across her that would be fine too.