Rain. It was all she could hear as the vision of the woman seemed to fade but her vision became one with something much grander. As she turned she felt a sudden brush against something along her bottom again only this time followed by a tearing sound as her panties were torn from her body and left somewhere in the darkness. She had no time to really worry about it as the room seemed to change around her, the feeling changing to one of forebodeing doom and the bookshelves seemingly disappearing from sight. Leaving the floor covered with tomes of knowlege. Even the smell became different. Rather then the old stench of pyrapus, parchment, and paper she could smell knowlege though she had to wonder when did knowlege gain a sense of smell?