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There was a certain, special affinity that the Doctor had for libraries. Well, perhaps it was for the books. Perhaps it was just the smell of the libraries he'd been in that made them seem like such wonderful, special places to him. As vast and enormous as the Planet's library was, it lacked the smell - it seemed the planet hadn't mastered the scent of aged paper or or leather binding. It's not that the Doctor faulted the planet for this, it was more that he just missed what was there as opposed to getting all wrapped up in what was.

There was a snowball fight going on right outside the windows that separated him from the chill and the snow. He could see people hurling clumps and the frosty white stuff left and right and the trainer clad man knew that he made the right choice by hanging out in the stacks. Slow steps carried the Doctor down the aisle as his fingers ran lightly across the binding, not caring for the titles in so much as the feel of the books beneath his fingers.

Grasping blindly the Doctor took a book from the shelf and meandered to a large, leather chair. Taking a seat and throwing his feet up on the ottoman the Doctor settled in to explore the title. Opening the book he was all ready to sink his teeth into the prose when movement at the entry caught his attention.

"Hello?"