January 12:
Needless to say, I acted on my stupid idea. I have a soft spot for
Jack, and I had to weight the pros and cons.
Pro: if I get attacked, it’s an excuse to destroy anything I can.
I’m still ‘secretly’ pinning the blame for my amnesia on the Blind Man. If I
wind up introducing myself to a Keeper or Martyr or something, I will happily
paint the carpets red.
Con: they could probably do the same. Especially if they spot me as
being something other than ‘regular’, first.
So far, it’s about as crowded as one might expect at eleven o’clock
on a Thursday morning. There’s no one in here but a librarian and a couple of
little kids. I don’t know if it’s the librarian who’s frigid, or if it’s just
the library atmosphere, but it’s so cold in here I feel like I’m danger of
losing a lesser-used finger to frostbite. Hence, I took the opportunity to type
this up. When else will I find a computer? Plus, blood circulation to the
hands.
I’m here looking for a children’s story book, or something. I’m
seriously considering asking the little kids. They look like they could be
Jack’s age, and how should I know what kids like…?
Fuck it. I’ll go for it. I don’t think children can be Archivists,
anyway.
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