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Pulling on his jacket, the Doctor left the museum with little pomp or circumstance. He was out for a walk in the crisp mid-morning air and hoping that it would help him stay awake.
The Doctor mused a moment when he realized that for all the things he'd been up to, he hadn't taken a peek into the library just yet. That was just unacceptable - his not stepping in to the library - even if he suspected it was going to be a less than complete collection. Though, when the books had come from would be telling as to the status of this town.
Pulling open the door the Doctor stepped into the musty space, a tree having taken up residence in the middle of the room. Given his most recent experience with the Vahsta Narada, the Doctor had a surreal moment of discomfort. He would resist the urge to count the shadows. Shoving his hands into his pockets, the Doctor took a few long strides across the room. there were plenty of books, and most of them looked like they hadn't suffered terribly at the hands of the elements.
"Well look at that," the Doctor smiled, pulling off the shelf a copy of The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe. It wasn't his favorite of the books (preferring the last in the series best); but, it still made him smile to think that it was there. Pulling open the book he took glance at the delicate pages, his attention becoming fixed on the thicker illustrated pages and their fine protective tissue that set nicely on top. This book was a work of art.
Unconsciously, the Doctor started humming, Reinette's waltz apparently quite firmly lodged in his head today.