Reality Crisis

Fred sat around the fire, staring into it. They'd been traveling for sometime, and she still wasn't sure where they were going. Or, she hadn't been until someone mentioned a library. Jackson had said nothing about any sort of library. Sure, Fred could have guessed there was one; what technology she'd seen suggested there had to be some sort of collection of knowledge. She was even happy to know that the collection had been in many formats, though the best to use currently was in bound book form. What bothered her was that no one had said anything until they were practically there. It was as if people just seemed to know.

She'd asked to be allowed to go with the new couple that she'd found with Sam. There were a few others going, but Jackson seemed more interested in other information. He wasn't one to be bothered by the chosen and the prophecy much. The camp had a few of the "prophet" types, but none who actually knew the Prophecy with a capital p. Just men and women who saw through to other worlds. They seemed just as special as the chosen in Jackson's camp. Everyone was the same, more or less.

So, there she was, standing before some great ruin of a building. It looked and felt like a library without even stepping into it. She was reminded of the scene from Logan's Run in which Logan met his first old person. She wondered if there would be some old fellow inside with too many cats. Now all they had to do was find the one room, right?

"This shouldn't take long." She started up the stairs to head into the buildling.