Parker re-shelves The Secret Life of Roses and turns to walk farther down the aisle. "Some of them are referred to in other books-- there's a couple societies that are *nuts* about making lists and codexes of every harmful book out there-- and we check the ones we have against the list. Some of them came with letters attached to the cover, so we know to be careful." She sighed as they rounded a corner. "And some of them we just don't touch because there's no way to tell, and they look fairly frightening. Also? The Necronomicon, the one we put on the application? Never. Ever. Ever. Give that one out. And if someone asks, refer them to Dr. Pierson *immediately*."

The shelves have changed from metal to fine-grained wood, and another staircase is nearby, but it's curving brass-and-mahogany, not steel. The door is no longer visible from where they are, and the lights are now brass electric lamps hanging from above.

"Here's another thing: if the lights are on, all is pretty much okay. If the lights are off get to the exit. As fast as you can."