[For Anya]<br/>It didn't take long before Anya was lost, if it's possible to get lost in a place she barely knows; maybe she was lost from her first step. Either way, Anya hadn't been paying much attention to the turns she had been taking, and now she stood, looking left and right, having no idea which way would bring her back to the front of the library.<br/><br/>The place was quiet. Of course, it was a library, so it should be quiet. But this was too quiet.<br/><br/>Listening to the quiet made her aware of something: a sound. It was a small sound, something she never would have noticed before, if she hadn't been lost which made her focus on the quiet which made her focus on the little sound.<br/><br/>It sounded like scratching, perhaps a mouse.<br/><br/>Anya looked around, then took a few steps, following the noise. It got louder until she turned a corner and saw a guy on his knees in front of a door, doing something to the handle.<br/><br/>"Fuck!" he gasped, tossing down a little piece of wire that he'd been using to try and pick the lock, unsuccessfully.<br/><br/>He noticed Anya out of the corner of his eye and turned suddenly, falling over in his surprise and fear. He stared up at her for a moment before letting out a sigh of relief.<br/><br/>"Holy shit, I thought you were a dead one," he gasped.