Hobbes' investigations had proven fruitless so far, but he continued to search in earnest. So much so that his eyes began to glaze over from fatigue at the number of books he had inspected as well as the shelvings that housed them. It was during those glazy-eyed wonderings that he stumbled forward directly into the path of of another who was perusing the hall of tomes.<br/><br/>In his defense, the incident may not have been entirely his fault. For it seemed that the girl with the enchanting midnight ringlets was moving in summons to her own distractions. Still, Hobbes was ashen faced as he put his hands to her shoulders to steady her from being toppled by the prior contact. "I'm so sorry," he offered quickly. "I sgould pay more attnetion to where I'm going."