She wandered into a library.

A voice called back from the next room “I’m in here!”

As Jessica and Monica followed the sound of the voice, they entered into a large library, the shelves still stocked solid with tick, dusty tomes. Allison stood before one of the shelves, running her fingers over the aged leather spines.

“Look at this place!” she exclaimed, “Everything is just the way it must have been left one hundred years ago!”

Allison continued her inspection of the old books, attempting to read their titles as Monica walked across the library to the large, dirty window on the far side. The rain beat against its warped glass in waves. The storm was well underway outside, and had grown fierce.

“Looks like we’re stuck here for now, so what do we do?” Asked Monica as turned back from the window.