Hearing a couple of boys quietly conversing nearby, Fiona recovers her wits, ceases her silly little self-explorations, closes her notebook (ignoring the very intriguing sketch of a certain professor now on one page), and flees the Library as discretely as she can.  Spying a clock, she almost gasps aloud--she was lost in thought for how long?<br/><br/>And it's almost suppertime!<br/><br/>(to Corridors)