Faith had contacted Jane McFlattery, and now all she had to do was wait. Wait for news, any kind of news. She found herself pacing up and down the rows of bookshelves, now appearing empty with the swift removal of most of the books. Good thing she came before the new shipment of novels and biographies. Then, there was a knock on the door.<br/><br/>"Speak of the devil," Faith told herself with a wiry grin. With the Jules Vern book tucked under her arm, she made her way to the front double doors and opened them wide for the massive crates of volumes. When she was finally given the delivery papers, there was an envelop nestled in the pages. The letter inside was rather straight forward, giving a rondivous point and a website. She wasn't much for technology, so she decided to just go for the meeting place. Even if it was on a day the Library was supposed to be open.