"I am sorry, Zelgadis. But because of the infinite information The Library holds, it would be to easy for someone to use what they learn here to take over or completely ruin their world. And to many good people have betrayed The Library when it tried to make exceptions. As for getting you home, what is the last thing that you remember?" She asked. It was easy to get items or animals back where they belong, but people where another matter. The trama of falling threw a rift in time and space often created holes in their memories. Sometimes the most resent memory would provide a clue to just the right book. But it rarely worked out that well.<br/><br/>She glanced to her left, making a note about the statue hovering in an alcove almost out of sight. It couldn't be seen very clearly from her angle, but she could see the hands covering it's face.<span style="font-style: italic">Great, another Weeping Angel,</span>she thought, watching it closely.