*casts his eyes left and right, absorbing his surroundings in only the most cursory of manners until his gaze rests on a sign*
*stares fixedly at it for a long moment before finally approaching and raising his hand to knock tentatively* Nothing
*knocks a little harder and waits* Still nothing
*tries the handle* Locked
. . .
*with a sudden feeling of irrational desperation, begins to pick the lock*
[EDIT] *storms back outside and walks quickly away from his father's office*
*finds himself in front of the library (when he's calm enough to actually notice) and sinks down onto a stone wall, waiting for morning to come*
*eventually eschews that notion in favor of the pub next door and the numbness a drink