Grabbing the nameless text from the little side table, I hurried out of the library. I decided the kitchen was the perfect distance, and once I was there, I took a deep breath. I thought of the book in my hands, of where it belonged.
The library. This belongs in the library. I want this to return to the library, and I must go with it.
I repeated that mantra several times as I felt the air go still around me. The temperature suddenly plunged, and for a moment, I feared I’d accidentally sent myself to the Southern Sky Research Station, but when I opened my eyes, I was in the library. All feeling returned to me at once, and I barely bit back a scream as I crumpled to the floor. It felt like someone had hit me square in the temple with a hammer.
Dropping the book on one of the rugs, I gripp
