Albert looked at the young man before him with a strongly appraising stare. He'll do quite nicely. The former wizard thought with a nod.
"Um... Should someone go after her? She seemed pretty mad..." Jack murmured shifting uncomfortably. He shook his head in a 'your funeral' sort of way before picking up his cigarette off the floor and looking at it appraisingly and stating,
"We shouldn't go becos she looked pretty mad, when Susan goes and gets cross li' that your best bet is ta stay out of her way until she's calmed down a bit. I thought you of all people'd know that." Out of the corner of his eye the old man clearly saw the boy flinch and he thought to himself, 'e 'asn't told her yet... Oh it'll be a really cracking good time when 'e does. He chuckled to himself and walked off into the kitchen leaving Jack standing alone in the hallway.

Death was enjoying Himself profusely. Finally He felt like people liked Him for Him, albeit people did still seem to have trouble seeing Him properly but He didn't pay that much mind. Working in a pub tended to lead to people not being able to see you all that clearly anyway. In fact once, to His endless dismay, one patron had actually called Him a 'miss'-this mistake was quickly rectified however. For once in His li-er... Existence Death was not only happy but He was closer to being human than he could ever remember being, and there was absolutely nothing that would convince Him to go back.

Jack stood outside the study holding a bowl of what Albert had called muesli, he still insisted that Jack call it this even though the berries were all black and there was no milk. Why am I doing this again? He asked himself for the thousandth time. Shaking his head in annoyance and confusion he knocked on the door. When there was no reply he gently pushed it open a crack to try and see what was going on inside. He didn't see anything so he went inside, as one does when they are outside of an empty room filled with private records. Once he was inside he could hear the faint sound of a pen scratching on paper and soft muttering from the other side of the room. He made his way through the room and saw Susan lying in a rather uncomfortable looking way with her head on her left arm which was resting on the large desk before her while the rest of her remained in the large high-backed chair behind the desk. Standing on the desk was a small rodent skeleton in a long black robe with glowing blue dots for eyes, it was writing in some sort of book with a quill that was just as long as it. The rodent looked up at Jack and squeaked,
SQUEAK, SQUEAK! SQUEAK, EEK EEK, SQUEAK! Jack chuckled softly half out of wonder half in attempts to not wake the sleeping girl next to him.
"Sorry little guy, I can't understand you." He murmured to the rat.
SQUEAK! EEK,SQUEAK!!! The rat called shaking his small, bony fist at the winter spirit. Jack laughed again just before a raven landed on a tall
candelabra.
"The rat says: 'Don't wake her up she hasn't slept this well since Albert locked the library,' he also said 'The little guy comment was a low blow and you should know better!'" The raven croaked before jumping down to peck at the berries in the cereal. Jack grinned and muttered,
"Sorry, it's a force of habit, now what's this about the library?"

Death of Rats was surprised by Jack's interest in the library incident. It was even more suprised when Jack seemingly vanished and reappeared holding a key.
"This the one?" The winter spirit asked leaning in to show it and the black bird that had been complaining about the berries in Susan's breakfast. The grim squeaker stared at the key in his hand as it nibbled an oat from the sleeping girl's muesli. It nodded and gave the boy a look that very clearly said 'well? You've got it now what are you going to do with it?'. He just placed a finger to his grinning lips and grabbed the quill and a sheet of paper before scribbling something on it and placing it with the food. Just then a mewling sound startled all of them so much that Jack jumped onto the desk. Death of Rats barely had time to squeak out a warning before the boy nearly shot a small fluffy kitten that had padded into the room. He lowered his staff and muttered,
"A cat?"

The thump that came from the desk shook her awake. Susan groaned squeezing her eyes shut, she wasn't sure when she'd fallen asleep but she'd be damned if she was going to stop now. But oh no there was the mewling, Albert had forgotten to feed her again. She sighed and reached her hand out, eyes still closed because she still refused to surrender to wakefulness, and rested her hand on what she expected to be a fluffy head. She furrowed her eyebrows, has her head always been this.... Muscular? She asked herself as her brain reluctantly began to function. That's odd, she stiffened when I went to pet her that rarely happens...and has she always been so.... Cold? She slowly forced her aching eyes open and blearily registered two vibrant blue orbs directed her way and the sharp smell of snow. Actually.... When she really thought about it that had been there for a while. She blinked, or rather winced in a blinking way, and tried to get her bearings. Yes she was still in her grandfather's study she remembered that, oh there was her breakfast had Albert brought it while she was asleep? And oh there was Pandora on the floor- wait Pandora was on the floor...that wasn't right was it? If she was on the floor then who-? Oh no... She turned her head back to the blue orbs. Oh yes those were eyes, the even had the snowflake pattern in them, and... Oh that was his arm she was holding no wonder her hand was getting cold. She took a deep breath and, well, moved her hand. Be sensible about this Susan, be practical and calm she reminded herself taking another breath.
"Terribly sorry for that I thought you were my kitten, what exactly are you doing on my desk?" Half asked half ordered the suddenly nervous boy in front of her. He fidgeted nervously and pointed to the cat.
"Your cat startled me so I kinda.... Well... Jumped." He mumbled turning a light shade of red. Susan nodded and pushed up from her chair and picked Pandora up.
"Jack, this is Pandora, Pandora this is Jack Frost please don't bite him. How long was I out?" This last question was directed at the rat skeleton on the desk who squeaked,
SQUEAK, EEK SQUEAK. She nodded reasonably then froze her head shooting up to glare at the raven that was still attempting to eat the berries out on her bowl.
"Quoth! What are you doing here you're supposed to be out there looking for my grandfather!" She felt her birthmark starting to glow along with a tell-tale burning in her eyes. She took a deep breath and thought calm and pragmatic Susan, be calm and pragmatic.
"Look the sooner you find him the sooner I get out of here and leave you alone, ok? I know you and Albert want me to leave and I just want to get back to my normal life of dealing with normal humans doing normal human things, and having normal human concerns." The raven opened his mouth to speak but Jack, whom Susan had admittedly forgotten existed in the moment of rogue anger, beat him to it.
"Sounds boring to me, by the way I got the key to the library for you, just so you know." He stalked out and Susan was left feeling shocked by how cross he sounded, since meeting the winter spirit she'd not once seen him angry, though she did admit she'd only technically met him a few hours before and then took a rather long nap. Then moving her bowl to reveal a note saying,
Death of Rats mentioned you haven't been sleeping well, thought you might appreciate a breather so I stole this from Albert.
No need to thank me Susie,
Jack❄ she stared at his scrawling handwriting then blushed with anger and embarrassment. I told him not to call me that!