The Library, Later
Hector sighs, inspecting the piles of books around him wearily. After another hour or so of searching, he and Wyn managed to find a library. The Prospero and Michael Scott Memorial Library isn't the one he was looking for, but he'd still found some books that might be useful. He slumps into an overstuffed reading chair, balancing a notepad and pen on one chair arm and the book on his lap.
Wyn, on the other hand, was at a nearby table. She had books open around her, but she was looking at her lap and snickering every one in a while. [She's not even pretending to work well. It's not as if I can't hear the keyboard.] Hector thought irritably, glaring over at his assistant after a too-loud snort.
Wyn, on the other hand, was at a nearby table. She had books open around her, but she was looking at her lap and snickering every one in a while. [She's not even pretending to work well. It's not as if I can't hear the keyboard.] Hector thought irritably, glaring over at his assistant after a too-loud snort.