My blood lit up with an old passion, something familiar lingered in my bones. Was I here before? 
          	
          	I look down the long hallway, piled shelf on shelf with dusty old books. 
          	
          	I sigh, retrieving a book from one of the closest shelves to me. Flipping through it, the words came alive, the pages started to fly. 
          	
          	And I realised, perhaps my return was due.