<strong>Name:</strong>Fey Morgan<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Car-park to Hospital Reception and Waiting room<br/><strong>Time:</strong>8 Pm<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><br/>It had been a long, crazy day since she had left the Underworld that morning. The drive home had seemed to have taken hours, but, her monstrous body had soon made the most of even the harshest of headaches, of course, that left her hungry. Once she'd gotten home, she spent several hours cooking and tidying (as well as eating more than most people could eat in a week, it wasn't enough, never enough...) before her son came home, and then later her husband. She played at being the good housewife, cooking them dinner and playing with her boy, helping him with his homework before she had to get ready to leave.<br/><br/>When she got into the shower what did you wear for a night of guardian hunter chasing and general scoobying? She decided on simple and easy to run in, a loose red tee-shirt with an oversized anime style cat on it, a pair of black slacks, black trailers and an oversized leather bagg, slung over her shoulder for whatever supplies she would need during the night. Fey made her heartfelt appoligies to her husband and son, making up some story about an emergency library sort and slipped out of the house into the chill october night, a little after seven. Research, she realised, research could make all the difference, so, rather than going straight to the hospital, she had to go and pick up a book or two from the library she worked at. It was only a short drive (something she loved about the library) but didn't have time to stop and admire the building like ths normally had and instead headed straight down to the basement of the library and the restricted section.<br/><br/>The resticted section housed all the libraries oldest and rarest of documents, but, that's not all it was. As she headed through the dimmly lit stacks to the imposing huge mental door she pulled out a key from her shoulderbag. It was old, impossibly old and was made of a strange black metal, but not a small modern key, no, this looked like it would unlock an medieval castle, or some ancient vault. She uncovered a hidden keyhole in the metal door and slid it in, turning and unlocking it. The metal door swung open as if it were weightless, leading to a long dark corridor, so long, that the other end was little more than a dot of light little bigger than a penny. She pulled the key back and slid it into her bag and walked through, taking a deep breath as she did. The metal shutter slammed behind her, but not like a metal door, more like  great stone slamming into place and left her in the dark, with no-where to go but onward.<br/><br/>She walked along the corridor which seemed to go on forever, and the air got warmer and began to be permiated with the smell of books, that smell of thousands of pages, of the ink and binding as the light got closer. It seemed like hours she walked (maybe it was, something inside her whispered, maybe she was here forever, this was hell itself) before she stepped out of the dark and into the light. The room she stepped out into was huge, althrough that was doing it a dis-service. It was like someone had hollowed out the world and filled it with stacks and stacks of books, huge ornate freestading shelves. Evertime she stood here it took her breath away,<em>the Library</em>, she knew,<em>the Library at the heart of nightmare</em>.<br/><br/>It was quiet, not silent, the sound of whispered talking from the librarians, faeries, wicked and goblins (those children of the wicked with the forms of monsters but the hearts of humans) worked as librarians and researchers, and the soft turning of pages (and occasional world shattering slam of an huge tome striking the ground). Fey felt herself smile, this was the payoff. For being one of the wicked, touched with darkness that threatened to consume her, the library where every book ever written could be found (and if you believed it, the dreams of books that were never written as well).She had a vey definate purpose here and headed off rapidly to one of the desks. She smiled at the goblin working there, a petite creature with scales like a snake and small silver glasses pirched on it's long pointed nose, and bought a copy of the book she needed, sliding it into ther shoulderbag. Giving her a nod, she stopped, taking a photo of a huge clock on the wall with her camera phone, and headed out towards the shadows which would let her leave the library. She stepped into the shadows and closed her eyes, focusing and concentrating on the hospital and she stepped.<br/><br/>There was a woosh of icy cold wind as she stepped out into the world from the place of nightmares.<br/><br/>She wrapped her arms around herself as she walked in with purpose, heading past the usual cabal of smokers that could be found outside of a hospital's entrance, and into the fluorescent reception, looking around for the good doctor