Library, Monday

[intotheout]

Tip was trying to get actual library work done this week, she really was. But every time she focused on it, she kept seeing flashes of something dashing by out of the corner of her eye. She never saw what it was, exactly, and when she asked Bill he just gave her the bubble version of a shrug. It didn't matter if she was at the front desk or in the stacks. She tried just staring vaguely into space for a bit to see if she could track it down, but it only every happened when she was actually working.

"Right," she said. "Either there's a ghost in here who wants me to be a slacker, or I'm losing my mind."

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[always_someone]

"You probably aren't losing your mind," Norman noted as he walked up to the returns desk, carrying a small armload of books that were due back. "Is somebody flitting around the corners of your vision or something? They love doing that."

Messing with the breathers was one of the few ways they had to while away eternity, after all.