Sally-Anne gaped, aghast. "Oh, I would never damage books," she promised earnestly. Every book that she had nudged slightly from its place on the shelf had made her feel increasingly guilty, so the very thought of blasting bookshelves in order to escape was horrifying.
"I think I walked around and around in circles for such a long time," she admitted, trailing after him. "All the books started to look the same after a while. Do you ever find that?"