"FOLLOW ME child, and stay quiet . . . I think we've had enough surprises for one day."
Although the man spoke sternly to me, I could hear the weakness in his voice.
A small smile crossed my face. I had only just met Cornelius and I already felt close to him. My mother used to say that life-threatening situations bonded people quickly and if you ask me, today qualified.
But I can't think about today right now, I need to wait till I'm alone.
I followed Cornelius briskly down a long hall. So long in fact that, thinking back to when I was outside, I would not have believed it could fit in this building. Yesterday this thought might have held my attention, but in comparison with the rest of the house was utterly unremarkable, therefore quickly forgotten.
After passing a seemingly countless number of doors Cornelius pointed to one on my right. I turned the handle and entered a rather spacious, yet cozy, room. From floor to ceiling on most of the walls were row upon row of books. Old books.