It was as if Bob had entered a dream, a dark calm blue surrounded everywhere he laid his eyes on with the often shade of a playful baby blue in the mixture, bubbles floated past his toy rabbit form every once in a while and if was as if a current was gently pulling him deeper into the darkness. But it wasnâ€™t frightening or malicious but peaceful, as if all the worldsâ€™ burdens in those moments were completely lifted and rest would wrap you in her comforting, warm embrace. It was then that Bob fell from the ceiling of a very high area, he faced the roof of the building he found and presumed he was in considering there were lights hanging near where he form was falling at the time, â€œOhh! Goddess! Nooooo!!!!!!â€ The shout of a young, innocent boy echoed in the area he was falling from, his form turned its self around as he witnessed a mass of gigantic book shelves that seemed to stretch to the roof with a collection of books, piles amongst piles could be seen all set up neatly and efficiently from A-Z in each context from where infinite information could be read, but of course Bob was more worried about hitting the ground by then.<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> This is going to hurt...</span>The thought terrified his body with a rush of emotion boiling up his spin and preparing himself for the end, a flush of heat spread to his furry cheeks and forehead before he finally.... Bounced off the ground with a puff of air exiting his fluffy grey mouth. The little toy rabbit lay there for a few moments, his eyes, lifeless, his form, motionless, wait, and a twitch? Yes! A twitch from his right long rabbit ear and the many blinks after that followed, â€œIâ€™m...Alive?â€ Bob pushed his arms from the hard ground to sit up and examine the area he fell in, it was like a long corridor of books and he, a small toy rabbit was now lost in a maze of endless information that could well be fun information for him to read. Another blink of the eyes before he realised what he was thinking, fun stories? Useful information? A quiet, secluded area to which no one could scare him?<br/><br/>â€œYeah!â€ Another shout puffed between his cuddly grey furry lips before he suddenly threw his small arms around his mouth, â€œoops, must be quiet, Goddess knows who maybe stalking these books.â€ Then the thought chilled him, â€œMonsters... Witches.... Gargoyles, Drakes, Pretty ladies Gah!â€ His ears covered his eyes, the reason this poor fellow was afraid of pretty ladies was because he was indeed a toy, but also a child and a man, a part of him wanted to find and OBSERVE pretty girls, the other thought them to be a odd race of human and the toy part feared not only from how they threw his friends away like rubbish, but those massive chesty pillows that smothers a victim within their content, he once over heard a customer in the old shop he used to sit in call them â€œFun bagsâ€ an odd name but it must have suited.<br/><br/>â€œFun, bags...â€ He swallowed nothing but mimicked the action, his form pressed against the side of a book case as he sneakily moved across the layers and wooden calving of the book holder. It took him a few minutes but after reaching the end of one case he could see a number of isles from both directions, he was surely lost, but that meant no one would be able to find him. The idea calmed him down for now but keeping an eye out, he sat down and pulled a book out from behind him with both his hands, opening the pages to the index to find it the life story of a Mister William Burk, a man who resided in â€œOld Scotlandâ€ and a grave robber at that. â€œThis should be a good taleâ€ his tone lightened as did his mood, sitting in his spot like an obedient child, he sat there, reading, and waiting.