Ichabod often spent his mornings in the library, particularly if he rose earlier than Miss Mills. It would usually be where she sought him out, if they had not met over breakfast.
He looked at the stack of books he was working his way through in an attempt to build up a wider knowledge base on forms of demons. He should continue working, but he felt like a change of topic. He imagined both Mills sisters would be pleased with him if he did so.
The trouble was this library was so extensive he had no notion of where he should start. He found himself browsing shelves absently, looking for something to catch his interest. He turned a corner and saw a man reading. He started, the man bore a remarkable resemblance to Agent Warren. He stared for a second, noting the differences - the hair, the way he sat, the stern look of concentration on his face. Extraordinary.