Vespa entered the library, it seemed to be abandoned. She couldn't say she was disappointed, she had been hoping for some peace and quiet, she needed to think, or possibly sleep. At times she almost believed she was most productive while she slumbered; unconsciousness was a pleasure she deprived herself of all too often. She found a table in a reclusive part of the library and gently pulled out a chair. Before sitting down she reached under the table and retrieved her favourite blanket. She knew it would be there, things where always within reach when she needed them. She wrapped it around her frail figure, sat down and rested her head. She couldn’t sleep. Too many questions were occupying her thoughts, she didn’t like it. The best she could do was to sit there with her head lying on the table, and stare at the wall. Maybe something would show up to take her mind of things. Ironic how this calm she had sought after was turning out to be detrimental to her peace of mind.