She backed away- her eyes still wide. She turned her head to the right of the room, where older, more used books were organized neatly, rows and rows of bookshelves taking up the entire side of the room. Her head tilted, looking up at the ceiling. It was complete glass- her lip trembled at how absolutely perfect the library was. The sun hit her skin from just above her head, and she felt special- like she was in the spotlight.