Peter's night had not been very good himself. He had awakened early in the wake of another nightmare, and experience had taught him that there was no chance of him returning to sleep that night. Besides, he was in need of some comfort.
After his morning prayers in the chapel, he had settled down to do some reading. Things were quiet, which was nothing abnormal for a church these days. Yet, he was obliged to be there...just in case.
Following an early lunch, he had, much to his chagraine, taken a short nap. It was disconcerting how those naps sneaked up on him, but the sleepless nights, he knew, made the naps worse.
His knees were stiff following the nap, and he had decided a nice walk might do him some good. Peter had taken the tour a few times now, and he had a nice route in mind that would take him right by the library... A staff member had recommended a book to him, and he was interested to see if they had it.
With the help of the Librarian, Peter was directed towards the "religious" section, which, he feared would be small. There were other wholesome books, certainly, but he still would have liked to see more books on the shelves... But, then, he had a certain penchant for the literature, admittedly.
It just so happened that there was another man in the aisle. "Pardon me," Peter addressed him with a smile. He wore his collar, giving his profession away immediately. "Do you happen to know if this is the spiritual section?"
That was another problem with getting so old. The tiny numbers printed neatly on the bindings of the books were difficult to even see, much less read. Peter was forced to stop and squint at each number, making his progress little more than a crawl.