Use your inside voice. (Bill)
Molly was feeling better. Staying with Murphy was helping and forcing herself to go outside for lessons at Harry's did even more. She hadn't really seen anyone other than them, and she knew she should probably go talk to Jo and apologize to Dean. They had been nice to her and she bit Dean's head off. They already probably thought she was crazy. She didn't really want them to think she was a mega-bitch on top of it. She was working up to the idea of finding them though, not really wanting to go into the bar Jo worked at just yet.
For now she'd given herself a homework assignment. It was something she could do that would get her out of the apartment but keep her mind occupied and focused. She figured there had to be a reason these gates and Hellmouth were in York. Something that happened that put them there. Maybe if they found out what if anything had happened they could figure out how to shut them down. So off to Kruets Creek Valley Library she went.
The old lady that worked there gave Molly a critical look and a disdainful sniff for how she looked. Molly just smiled pleasantly in return and asked for the local history section. The librarian apparently didn't expect that but sniffed again and pointed Molly in the right direction. Being the cheeky thing that she was Molly waved cheerfully to the lady then didn't quite skip for her destination.
She knew what she was looking for and found it pretty straight away. Any actual book written about the town would be flavored by the author, publishers and editors. She went directly for the bound newspaper clippings. Pacing down the aisle she decided the best place to start was at the beginning so she found the first heavy binding of pages that were laminated for protection, hefted it from the shelf then went to find a table she could occupy to leaf through the articles.
For now she'd given herself a homework assignment. It was something she could do that would get her out of the apartment but keep her mind occupied and focused. She figured there had to be a reason these gates and Hellmouth were in York. Something that happened that put them there. Maybe if they found out what if anything had happened they could figure out how to shut them down. So off to Kruets Creek Valley Library she went.
The old lady that worked there gave Molly a critical look and a disdainful sniff for how she looked. Molly just smiled pleasantly in return and asked for the local history section. The librarian apparently didn't expect that but sniffed again and pointed Molly in the right direction. Being the cheeky thing that she was Molly waved cheerfully to the lady then didn't quite skip for her destination.
She knew what she was looking for and found it pretty straight away. Any actual book written about the town would be flavored by the author, publishers and editors. She went directly for the bound newspaper clippings. Pacing down the aisle she decided the best place to start was at the beginning so she found the first heavy binding of pages that were laminated for protection, hefted it from the shelf then went to find a table she could occupy to leaf through the articles.