It didn’t take Michael long to reach the library. It was a quaint tan building with contemporary design on the inside and outside. When he stepped inside, Michael couldn’t help but feel lost. There was just so many people and far too much going on for him to process.<br/><br/>Strange flat squares glowed on desks towards the center of the library. Most of them had a person sitting in front; clicking on an odd hand-sized half egg device to get to where they needed to go. Others were typing away at what he could only assume was a different version of a type writer. He knew the name for those, though. Those were keyboards. Which meant that the things those people were using were desk computers. Strange, considering how thin they were.<br/><br/>“Can I help you find something?” A male questioned behind him. Michael whipped around; eyes going wide as the man startled him. He seemed to notice Michaels reaction; quickly apologizing for his disturbance.<br/><br/>“Uh..” Michael trailed off; chewing on his bottom lip and tearing small pieces of skin from it. Crossing his arms over his chest, Michael shifted his weight away from the librarian and lowered his eyes. “I’m looking for the web.” He muttered.<br/><br/>The librarian raised an eyebrow; barely able to hear what Michael had said, let alone make out and understand what it was that he was looking for. “The web?”<br/><br/>“Yeah, the web.” Michael raised his voice, his tone curt. “I’m trying to...find someone. I spoke to a woman and she told me I might be able to find him using the web.” He explained further. Michael looked around the room; hoping to find what might have resembled a web.<br/><br/>The male snorted; rolling his eyes and automatically taking to the defense at Michaels tone. “You mean you’re looking for a computer? Dude...look around you. Find an empty one, sign in, and google him.”<br/><br/>Clenching his jaw, Michael glanced over at where the librarian had pointed. “Thanks.” Michael grumbled before trudging over to one of the brightly lit screens. Taking a seat, he looked at the sign in sheet beside him. Why did he have to sign in? Did he just write his name down on the piece of paper? Sighing, he took a wild guess and wrote his name down; taking up four lines wide in the process:<br/><br/>‘<i>Name: Mikel LaHay<br/>
Date: No<br/>
Time in: What?’<br/>
</i><br/>Staring at the sheet, he shrugged and tossed the pen aside. Now to try and find his brother. Michael stared at the screen. Time to find Theodore.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, Michael had no idea where to begin. How was he going to find Theodore when he didn’t even know what the web was? Maybe he could get someone to help him?<br/><br/>Leaning over, Michael glanced to his right and saw a older gentleman typing away at the keyboard. To his left was a woman that couldn’t have been older than sixteen. Between the two, he decided to ask the girl. “Excuse me...”<br/><br/>The girls eyes became alert as she pulled her gaze away from her screen and over at Michael. “Hm?” She smiled; clearly showing signs of friendliness. Good.<br/><br/>“I’m sorry to bother you, but...to be honest, I have no clue how to use one of these.” He frowned. The girl looked between him and the computer before giggling.<br/><br/>“A computer?” Michael nodded in response. “What are you trying to do? Maybe I can help you get there.”<br/><br/>Leaning back against his seat; Michael rested his hands in his lap and pondered what he wanted to do for a moment. “Actually, can you search the web for a Theodore Danvers for me? He’s my brother and I haven’t seen him for a long time. He doesn’t know I’m here, but that’s the point of surprises, right?” He lied; smiling and hoping this young girl would buy into the long lost family story. “I don’t have any money, but...” Michael trailed off; patting his pockets for anything he had on him. Reaching in, he pulled out a shitty quick dissolving mint still in its wrapper. Though hesitant, he handed it over to her. “That’s all I have. You can have it if you can just find an address for me.”<br/><br/>Of course, this made the girl laugh. Michael didn’t know how or what was so funny, but her laughter was beginning to irritate him. Luckily she didn’t go on for long. “Sure, I can do that for you.”<br/><br/>Lighting up, he watched as her fingers moved faster than what seemed humanly possible. Using something called google, she managed to pull up a name and a picture. “Is this him?”<br/><br/>His gaze fixed in on the picture. Narrowing his eyes, Michael looked at the features before him. The man looked...different. Was this Theodore? He had the same hair color. Michael wasn’t positive, but it was a start. “I think so.” He nodded.<br/><br/>“Wait, you’re telling me you’re actually related to thee Theodore Danvers? Artist extraordinare who ownes the most stunning and gorgeous art gallery in the entire city?!” She squealed. “Ooooh! Can you get his autograph for me, pleeeease?!”<br/><br/>The higher her tone rose, the more Michael wanted to punch her and leave. Unfortunately, he couldn’t leave without an address, and since she was such a fan, getting this girl to find out where he lived would be a piece of cake. No questions asked. “Er, of course. I can even get a...I’ll even get him to give you a free lesson or two. I just need an address so I can talk to him.” Michael smiled.<br/><br/>The girl took his bait without hesitation. Between speedy fingers and a few different sites, she managed to pull up an address and phone number to boot. Standing to his feet, Michael copies down the address on a piece of paper and thanked the girl. Turning around; Michael nearly ran out of the library. Well...he tried anyway.<br/><br/>“Hey!” She called after him. Michael stopped; skipped on his feet a few times, and turned back to face her. She was quick; handing him a piece of paper with her name and number. “When you get his autograph, please let me know?”<br/><br/>“I’ll just have him call you.” Michael agreed. Once out the door, he crumpled the piece of paper with her name and number and stuffed it inside a hole in a light post. Now that he had what he needed, it was time to kill Theodore Danvers.