Jane had been enjoying her day off, she'd cleaned her small apartment, done her laundry, and gone into the library to read. She liked the peace and tranquility of the quiet spaces. But not today. Today she had been watched, hissed at, taunted by some invisible voices, and then finally chased around the library by some horrible little thing that cackled at her and hooted when she yelped on hitting her elbow on the edge of a bookcase. Now, white and shaking, and still somewhat out of breath, having finally escaped the library, she made it into the Mocha, eyes wide and frightened, but much relieved to be in a room with other people.