Late at night, the sky grew dark as the smell of old and new tomes surronded the library. A storm brewed, slamming against the windows and bricks of the building throughout most of the night. The power had gone out but the dim candle light kept gave a small hint of vision over the book in her hands. Everyone was gone, off to their beds and lives but stil she remained. Compeled by something to keep reading and unable to walk away for the moment.