Doc gave a start and turned to find the source of this sudden voice from the shadows. Once he recognized the drink-offering Zacharias from his first day, he sighed in relief and relaxed as much as he ever did.
“Well, no, I wasn’t looking for anything in particular… I saw the door, actually, and that’s what led me in here,” he finished, answering two points in one. The lack of a door didn’t surprise him with the state of everything else and as he thought about it, Caradoc leaned down to pick up the book closest to his feet. He tried cleaning it up while listening until he was directed to the index cards. That’s when he began to take in the building further, the structures inside and what they all meant.
“No,” he said after a decent pause, his view of the book shop-possible library ending at the blonde holding several papers. “I’ve never heard of anyone by any of those names, I believe.” An excited sort of smile came over him as he got closer to study the paper for himself. “Mm, I can’t make it out. Do you think anyone else lived here? A long time ago, even? Or do you think this is a copy of a shop somewhere the way we are all supposedly copies?” His brow furrowed and he remembered, “Are you looking for newspapers from our lives? Or do you think…” His thoughts drifted as he began rustling through the stacks and messes.