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Algie found the library to be just as twisted and bizarre as Jeremiah and Zac described. He was afraid of getting lost after what they described so he tried his best not to leave the general vicinity around of the door. Still it was impressive, ruinous and massive and the lighting and atmosphere completely different than the outside.

He knew that Sunny’s memories had been viewed here and that if there was any other place to track memories of her, or about her, (or even more information on the books themselves) it was the library. The logic was obvious but the last time it had been locked for him, the doors not budging when he’d tried the handles. This time it hadn’t been an issue at all.

Algie was a lover of books but wasn’t the type to simply tear into them. Books like these, now that he knew what they had in them, were treated more carefully. Memories weren’t things to delve into carelessly. Of course he needed to, it was his only reason for being here, but he still felt there should be some level of respect paid.

“So many though..” He said aloud, hearing his voice echo in this weird place in a way it had no right to. Alg’s fingers lightly danced over the covers of some tomes nearby but they didn't seem right- not that he could explain that. “What’s the likelihood I find what I need… in all of this?”

Algie stopped, finding the edge of a table solid enough to lean back against, and pulled out his notebook again. He’d forgotten already what that could mean, and found himself again flooded in one of his own lost memories.




And then Alg was back hunched over his journal but his grandfather’s words lingered a moment, even as long lost timbre of his voice slipped back into the obscurity of his mind. Everything in order and following the proper progression.

But this wasn’t order.

(And he found out as an adult that his grandfather had been an awful bigot.)

The thought process wasn’t a perfectly direct line but the memory brought him back to the present, away from his own introspection.

He needed something about Heliodora. Something about why she was staying. Perhaps even something connected to the sachet he’d seen. Any small thread that he could follow to the truth..

Without writing a single thing down in his journal, Alg impulsively picked up the first book to his right- it stood out to him like an old cartoon where the interactive objects were always just a shade lighter- and hoped against all hope that this all wasn’t a coincidence and he would and could find what he was looking for. A needle in a haystack.

Algie closed the book and kept his eyes shut. When he opened them he furiously wrote down everything he'd seen. Who he'd been. What they'd said.

Things seemed to slide into place, at least about Heliodora. With what he knew for Sunny- of this place being a cage- and from the memory with the kids trying to keep The Enemy trapped...

As hard as all of it was for him to believe (it was insane, wasn't it, that he was believing all of this?) things seemed to come together in some small corner of the picture. The symbolism would need study perhaps, meanings he could seek to understand, but the idea remained that they felt they were needed to stay here... and he could feel it in the memory... Wanting to help- to do it together.

Algernon rose and took a deep breath. The books surrounding him didn't need to be disturbed anymore. Not right now. The one he'd opened was given a reverent pat. Hopefully he could trust them- could trust whatever power this was guiding him-

Maybe it was time to go see Heliodora.