Sam had hit the library after everything. He needed the time to clear his mind and focus. Research helped with that. Getting himself focused was the first part of trying to figure out what the hell to do with these new powers of his.

New. Old. It didn't make that much of a difference, really.

He looked up when he heard somebody enter the library, reaching unconsciously for the gun he'd left on the table within easy reach. He relaxed, though, when he saw who it actually was, withdrawing his hand and closing the book he'd been reading. "Hey, Harvey. You're looking better."