(from Library)<br/><br/>Vincent returns to the halls, pondering his situation and the inspiration provided by classical literature.  A slight smile plays across his lips (which probably frightens passing students even more than his usual intense scowl).  Being left to his own thoughts, he ends up enjoying the sunshine next to a decorative bit of statuary by an open courtyard.  Reaching out to stroke the stone, he mutters something quite nonsensical:<br/><br/>"Lepanto or hedgehog?  Which way is he going to go, I wonder?"