The moment he felt the warmth, he recognized it to be similar in structure to the pressure he'd felt earlier. He didn't fight it and, instead, made himself comfortable, while never breaking contact with her hand and the moment he felt sleep set upon him he closed his eyes and let sleep take him, following, if not trying to speed up, the process of entering the library with his wife.<br/><br/>The moment he saw the library materialize around him and his wife standing next to him he smiled and pulled her into his arms for a close hug. "My love," he said softly to her. "I knew it was you that I'd felt... But, what does this mean?" He stepped back and looked at her for a moment. "You're not a normal human, just like I'm not a normal human, but you're different from me even... What exactly are you?" His voice was soft and more curious than accusing. He loved his wife and, to him, it didn't matter what she was he would always love her.