"Arya Stark," a voice calls directly in front of me. I swirl round very fast. Standing in front of me is the waif. I have killed her before, and yet, here she stands. On her face is the smirk that I have been so happy to put out of this world. "What are you doing here?" I ask. "A name was given to the Faceless god, little girl, a life must be taken." Somehow, I have always known that the Faceless men would come back for me. Is that not why I left my family at Winterfell for a destination that I know not? Before me, the waif changes. Her body metamorphoses, stretching and broadening into Jaqen H'ghar. He has a smile on his face.