Library, Sunday

[gavegoodface]

Amongst what he assumed to be his possessions, Garik (or at least he was fairly certain that was his name, for some reason it had taken him a while to decipher his ID card) had found a letter informing him to come to the library today. Not that he was entirely sure what a library was, or why he felt oddly vindicated that it was full of books.

He was, however, convinced there was something odd about the fact certain books kept flying off the shelves and towards his head whenever he put his feet up on the desk.