"What's wrong with getting close to a stranger or two? And trust me; there are those who would find not invading their personal space to be a grave insult."

The Doctor rambles on, and he damn well knows that to some he might be talking nothing more than nonsense. Ah, the life of looking like an old man sometimes proves to be of an advantage to him. Or perhaps it is a disadvantage.

He leans forward again to take a peek at the terminal, and he touches the screen with his fingers. "This place is a bit strange, and I wouldn't put it past the place to be haunted. Though if you found nothing, then perhaps all you would find are a family of raccoons."

He brings up the map, and enlarges it so it will show the location of the library. "Ah, there it is. It is just a short walk near the outskirts of the plaza."


(Slow is cool here. Summer and work are not good bed fellows. )