Talk of Nemo in Slumberland had Jeremy itching to find the book again and once he had a free moment he'd wandered himself back to the library that he and Eric had found. There'd been quite the selection of books, but not that one, which had been disappointing but at the same time, he wasn't too worried. He wound up with a copy of a Dickens classic, one he'd read so many times he didn't really need the book to read, but it was comforting nonetheless. A happy end to an alarming sort of day.
He'd settled himself at one of the study tables, feet propped up on the table as he read with the book in his lap, fedora pulled down against the glare of the overhead lights. When he heard footsteps he glanced to the edge of the row, spotting her, but not doing more than a simple nod with a smile. She looked more like what he was used to, and honestly he'd probably be better prepared to handle her than anyone else.