“Whatever for do you want to be in that part of the library? All the information can be found on the internet,” the librarian says.
“I like the experience one gets from paging through the books,” James lies.
“Well, it is dusty, I don’t think anyone has been there since the internet was born. I wonder if we even have a key for the door,” the lady says, opening drawers, searching for keys.
“Try this one,” the librarian hands James an old-looking key.
“You are just going to let me go by myself?” James asks, looking at the key in his hands that looks nothing more than a boring old door key.
“I have allergies. No one has been in there for, well, I don’t know actually. You go try that key,” the librarian says before busying herself.
James walks towards the old door and looks at the keys
