Sebastian barely registered the noise. If he hadn't been so wrapped up in the beautifully strange new book he would have glared, too. And if he hadn't been so entranced by the book he may have noticed the moment he stepped through the archway when the library was no longer a library.

He stopped at the sound of his shoes scuffing against something that didn't feel or sound like hardwood. It crunched a bit and shifted beneath his weight. The light that had made the entire library feel warm and comfortable had become muted and cold. Like the breeze that ruffled his hair. If he could call it a breeze.

"Hello?"