Re: Locked: Eddie / Anon
[A painful little whisper sigh echoes around the books. She can't play his games today. It takes a minute before she replies. Still in the journal, the letters slow.] Alright. [The faintest shimmer in the highest corner of the shelves, and she actually starts moving along, trying to find anything with a trace of him on it. It's slow-going, like she's actually looking at every book.]