Just a little fear

For how long he lived, Ezra stopped believing in coincidences quite a bit ago. Perhaps he could've believed it to be a coincidence were it not for the fact of how much that bookshop was brought up in conversation in his class. There evidently had to be something going on there.

Standing outside, Ezra glanced at their reflection in the window before entering, like a subtle look of 'Don't mess around'.

@every-hour-every-day

There was one person inside, standing by the register looking between two books in his hands. However, anyone who knew about the owner, could tell that this was not him.

'You know what that means.'

Ezra glanced away. "Anyone can have bright green eyes, that doesn't automatically make them a Watcher." He muttered.

He picked up a book from the row he was 'looking' at, reading the title.

'He'll see right through us'.

"Shut it." He muttered again.

Ezra placed the book down, glancing around slightly before looking at the man infront of him.

It was better he tell the truth of why he was here than lie, though of course, he left out the part of his suspicions of possible web involvement, which he didn't have proof of yet.

Think quick. Think quick. Lie? Lie sounds good. Twist the truth? Also good- Possibly.

“You know. Technically I am the owner.”

'Well this just got interesting.'

"I-uh, how so? I feel like they would've mentioned a second owner."

Was that too big of a lie? He hadn’t been close to the shop for nearly 30 years. Or had any contact with Amir.

Extended vacation wasn't an impossible reason, but how long that vacation was would probably affect what he was gonna ask.

“And no, Sam is not short for Samuel or anything. It’s just Sam.”

Back in the day, his name would've been considered unusual by a younger Ezra, but Ezra's since aclimated to the growing and changing modern times when he woke up in the 90's.

He was about to ask Ezra something when he could hear a faint crash in the back.

“For example, that is a concerning noise. Don’t worry, I’m sure the owner just tripped over something coming in through the backdoor.”

There was no backdoor, only a window that Sam doubted Amir could climb in through. Either way, he probably should check it out.

'I get suspicious people can have pets, but... I wanna see the cats even if there's something shady going on.'

Amir was sat on the floor, his right leg pulled up a bit as he pressed his hands to a spot bit under the knee, seemingly in pain. A bit to the right of him was Hunter and Thian that seemed to have fallen over each other. There was some cursing as the two tried to move from each other. Marina was apologising as she put a photo up on the wall again and Morrison sat on the desk taking it all in.

“What the hell happened?” Sam half whispered.

“You have eyes to use. Get the fuck off me Thian!”

“More powerful avatars than we thought.” Marina shrugged, backing from the wall.

“Amir?”

“It’ll heal.” Amir grimaced as he pulled his hands away, a big red spot that seemed to get bigger. “Can you get me some bandages and new pair of trousers? Not sure how long it’ll take.”

“I’ll take you!” Morrison got up as the others said ‘No!’ in unison.

"So, what do we think so far?" He muttered.

'Of the fact we haven't met the actual owner and that Sam is a bit shady?'

"I- yeah, that."

'It's interesting. We've not been given reason to be on edge yet, but there's still every likely hood that Sam, and maybe Amir, are like us'

"And not friendly." Ezra finished Lucien's sentence.

'Exactly.'

“Hurry up.” Sam threw the bandages and trousers at Amir. He then hurried back to the shop.

Ezra glanced to where the back was.

"I hope Amir is alright, sounded like quite the crash"

It was one of the first books he read after waking up, so he was quite fond of it. He took the bag and glanced around for a moment.

There was no longer any blood on his clothes, he looked the same as he always did. Sam spun around, gave him a quick smile and nod to the back. He didn’t say a word as he moved to the back and Amir took his previous place.

For how long he lived, Ezra stopped believing in coincidences quite a bit ago. Perhaps he could've believed it to be a coincidence were it not for the fact of how much that bookshop was brought up in conversation in his class. There evidently had to be something going on there.

Standing outside, Ezra glanced at their reflection in the window before entering, like a subtle look of 'Don't mess around'.

@every-hour-every-day

There was one person inside, standing by the register looking between two books in his hands. However, anyone who knew about the owner, could tell that this was not him.

'You know what that means.'

Ezra glanced away. "Anyone can have bright green eyes, that doesn't automatically make them a Watcher." He muttered.

He picked up a book from the row he was 'looking' at, reading the title.

'He'll see right through us'.

"Shut it." He muttered again.

Ezra placed the book down, glancing around slightly before looking at the man infront of him.

It was better he tell the truth of why he was here than lie, though of course, he left out the part of his suspicions of possible web involvement, which he didn't have proof of yet.

Think quick. Think quick. Lie? Lie sounds good. Twist the truth? Also good- Possibly.

“You know. Technically I am the owner.”

'Well this just got interesting.'

"I-uh, how so? I feel like they would've mentioned a second owner."

Was that too big of a lie? He hadn’t been close to the shop for nearly 30 years. Or had any contact with Amir.

Extended vacation wasn't an impossible reason, but how long that vacation was would probably affect what he was gonna ask.

“And no, Sam is not short for Samuel or anything. It’s just Sam.”

Back in the day, his name would've been considered unusual by a younger Ezra, but Ezra's since aclimated to the growing and changing modern times when he woke up in the 90's.

He was about to ask Ezra something when he could hear a faint crash in the back.

“For example, that is a concerning noise. Don’t worry, I’m sure the owner just tripped over something coming in through the backdoor.”

There was no backdoor, only a window that Sam doubted Amir could climb in through. Either way, he probably should check it out.

'I get suspicious people can have pets, but... I wanna see the cats even if there's something shady going on.'

Amir was sat on the floor, his right leg pulled up a bit as he pressed his hands to a spot bit under the knee, seemingly in pain. A bit to the right of him was Hunter and Thian that seemed to have fallen over each other. There was some cursing as the two tried to move from each other. Marina was apologising as she put a photo up on the wall again and Morrison sat on the desk taking it all in.

“What the hell happened?” Sam half whispered.

“You have eyes to use. Get the fuck off me Thian!”

“More powerful avatars than we thought.” Marina shrugged, backing from the wall.

“Amir?”

“It’ll heal.” Amir grimaced as he pulled his hands away, a big red spot that seemed to get bigger. “Can you get me some bandages and new pair of trousers? Not sure how long it’ll take.”

“I’ll take you!” Morrison got up as the others said ‘No!’ in unison.

"So, what do we think so far?" He muttered.

'Of the fact we haven't met the actual owner and that Sam is a bit shady?'

"I- yeah, that."

'It's interesting. We've not been given reason to be on edge yet, but there's still every likely hood that Sam, and maybe Amir, are like us'

"And not friendly." Ezra finished Lucien's sentence.

'Exactly.'

“Hurry up.” Sam threw the bandages and trousers at Amir. He then hurried back to the shop.

Ezra glanced to where the back was.

"I hope Amir is alright, sounded like quite the crash"

For how long he lived, Ezra stopped believing in coincidences quite a bit ago. Perhaps he could've believed it to be a coincidence were it not for the fact of how much that bookshop was brought up in conversation in his class. There evidently had to be something going on there.

Standing outside, Ezra glanced at their reflection in the window before entering, like a subtle look of 'Don't mess around'.

@every-hour-every-day

There was one person inside, standing by the register looking between two books in his hands. However, anyone who knew about the owner, could tell that this was not him.

'You know what that means.'

Ezra glanced away. "Anyone can have bright green eyes, that doesn't automatically make them a Watcher." He muttered.

He picked up a book from the row he was 'looking' at, reading the title.

'He'll see right through us'.

"Shut it." He muttered again.

Ezra placed the book down, glancing around slightly before looking at the man infront of him.

It was better he tell the truth of why he was here than lie, though of course, he left out the part of his suspicions of possible web involvement, which he didn't have proof of yet.

Think quick. Think quick. Lie? Lie sounds good. Twist the truth? Also good- Possibly.

“You know. Technically I am the owner.”

'Well this just got interesting.'

"I-uh, how so? I feel like they would've mentioned a second owner."

Was that too big of a lie? He hadn’t been close to the shop for nearly 30 years. Or had any contact with Amir.

Extended vacation wasn't an impossible reason, but how long that vacation was would probably affect what he was gonna ask.

“And no, Sam is not short for Samuel or anything. It’s just Sam.”

Back in the day, his name would've been considered unusual by a younger Ezra, but Ezra's since aclimated to the growing and changing modern times when he woke up in the 90's.

He was about to ask Ezra something when he could hear a faint crash in the back.

“For example, that is a concerning noise. Don’t worry, I’m sure the owner just tripped over something coming in through the backdoor.”

There was no backdoor, only a window that Sam doubted Amir could climb in through. Either way, he probably should check it out.

'I get suspicious people can have pets, but... I wanna see the cats even if there's something shady going on.'

Amir was sat on the floor, his right leg pulled up a bit as he pressed his hands to a spot bit under the knee, seemingly in pain. A bit to the right of him was Hunter and Thian that seemed to have fallen over each other. There was some cursing as the two tried to move from each other. Marina was apologising as she put a photo up on the wall again and Morrison sat on the desk taking it all in.

“What the hell happened?” Sam half whispered.

“You have eyes to use. Get the fuck off me Thian!”

“More powerful avatars than we thought.” Marina shrugged, backing from the wall.

“Amir?”

“It’ll heal.” Amir grimaced as he pulled his hands away, a big red spot that seemed to get bigger. “Can you get me some bandages and new pair of trousers? Not sure how long it’ll take.”

“I’ll take you!” Morrison got up as the others said ‘No!’ in unison.

"So, what do we think so far?" He muttered.

'Of the fact we haven't met the actual owner and that Sam is a bit shady?'

"I- yeah, that."

'It's interesting. We've not been given reason to be on edge yet, but there's still every likely hood that Sam, and maybe Amir, are like us'

"And not friendly." Ezra finished Lucien's sentence.

'Exactly.'

“Hurry up.” Sam threw the bandages and trousers at Amir. He then hurried back to the shop.

For how long he lived, Ezra stopped believing in coincidences quite a bit ago. Perhaps he could've believed it to be a coincidence were it not for the fact of how much that bookshop was brought up in conversation in his class. There evidently had to be something going on there.

Standing outside, Ezra glanced at their reflection in the window before entering, like a subtle look of 'Don't mess around'.

@every-hour-every-day

There was one person inside, standing by the register looking between two books in his hands. However, anyone who knew about the owner, could tell that this was not him.

'You know what that means.'

Ezra glanced away. "Anyone can have bright green eyes, that doesn't automatically make them a Watcher." He muttered.

He picked up a book from the row he was 'looking' at, reading the title.

'He'll see right through us'.

"Shut it." He muttered again.

Ezra placed the book down, glancing around slightly before looking at the man infront of him.

It was better he tell the truth of why he was here than lie, though of course, he left out the part of his suspicions of possible web involvement, which he didn't have proof of yet.

Think quick. Think quick. Lie? Lie sounds good. Twist the truth? Also good- Possibly.

“You know. Technically I am the owner.”

'Well this just got interesting.'

"I-uh, how so? I feel like they would've mentioned a second owner."

Was that too big of a lie? He hadn’t been close to the shop for nearly 30 years. Or had any contact with Amir.

Extended vacation wasn't an impossible reason, but how long that vacation was would probably affect what he was gonna ask.

“And no, Sam is not short for Samuel or anything. It’s just Sam.”

Back in the day, his name would've been considered unusual by a younger Ezra, but Ezra's since aclimated to the growing and changing modern times when he woke up in the 90's.

He was about to ask Ezra something when he could hear a faint crash in the back.

“For example, that is a concerning noise. Don’t worry, I’m sure the owner just tripped over something coming in through the backdoor.”

There was no backdoor, only a window that Sam doubted Amir could climb in through. Either way, he probably should check it out.

'I get suspicious people can have pets, but... I wanna see the cats even if there's something shady going on.'

Amir was sat on the floor, his right leg pulled up a bit as he pressed his hands to a spot bit under the knee, seemingly in pain. A bit to the right of him was Hunter and Thian that seemed to have fallen over each other. There was some cursing as the two tried to move from each other. Marina was apologising as she put a photo up on the wall again and Morrison sat on the desk taking it all in.

“What the hell happened?” Sam half whispered.

“You have eyes to use. Get the fuck off me Thian!”

“More powerful avatars than we thought.” Marina shrugged, backing from the wall.

“Amir?”

“It’ll heal.” Amir grimaced as he pulled his hands away, a big red spot that seemed to get bigger. “Can you get me some bandages and new pair of trousers? Not sure how long it’ll take.”

“I’ll take you!” Morrison got up as the others said ‘No!’ in unison.

For how long he lived, Ezra stopped believing in coincidences quite a bit ago. Perhaps he could've believed it to be a coincidence were it not for the fact of how much that bookshop was brought up in conversation in his class. There evidently had to be something going on there.

Standing outside, Ezra glanced at their reflection in the window before entering, like a subtle look of 'Don't mess around'.

@every-hour-every-day

There was one person inside, standing by the register looking between two books in his hands. However, anyone who knew about the owner, could tell that this was not him.

'You know what that means.'

Ezra glanced away. "Anyone can have bright green eyes, that doesn't automatically make them a Watcher." He muttered.

He picked up a book from the row he was 'looking' at, reading the title.

'He'll see right through us'.

"Shut it." He muttered again.

Ezra placed the book down, glancing around slightly before looking at the man infront of him.

It was better he tell the truth of why he was here than lie, though of course, he left out the part of his suspicions of possible web involvement, which he didn't have proof of yet.

Think quick. Think quick. Lie? Lie sounds good. Twist the truth? Also good- Possibly.

“You know. Technically I am the owner.”

'Well this just got interesting.'

"I-uh, how so? I feel like they would've mentioned a second owner."

Was that too big of a lie? He hadn’t been close to the shop for nearly 30 years. Or had any contact with Amir.

Extended vacation wasn't an impossible reason, but how long that vacation was would probably affect what he was gonna ask.

“And no, Sam is not short for Samuel or anything. It’s just Sam.”

Back in the day, his name would've been considered unusual by a younger Ezra, but Ezra's since aclimated to the growing and changing modern times when he woke up in the 90's.

He was about to ask Ezra something when he could hear a faint crash in the back.

“For example, that is a concerning noise. Don’t worry, I’m sure the owner just tripped over something coming in through the backdoor.”

There was no backdoor, only a window that Sam doubted Amir could climb in through. Either way, he probably should check it out.

For how long he lived, Ezra stopped believing in coincidences quite a bit ago. Perhaps he could've believed it to be a coincidence were it not for the fact of how much that bookshop was brought up in conversation in his class. There evidently had to be something going on there.

Standing outside, Ezra glanced at their reflection in the window before entering, like a subtle look of 'Don't mess around'.

@every-hour-every-day

There was one person inside, standing by the register looking between two books in his hands. However, anyone who knew about the owner, could tell that this was not him.

'You know what that means.'

Ezra glanced away. "Anyone can have bright green eyes, that doesn't automatically make them a Watcher." He muttered.

He picked up a book from the row he was 'looking' at, reading the title.

'He'll see right through us'.

"Shut it." He muttered again.

Ezra placed the book down, glancing around slightly before looking at the man infront of him.

It was better he tell the truth of why he was here than lie, though of course, he left out the part of his suspicions of possible web involvement, which he didn't have proof of yet.

Think quick. Think quick. Lie? Lie sounds good. Twist the truth? Also good- Possibly.

“You know. Technically I am the owner.”

'Well this just got interesting.'

"I-uh, how so? I feel like they would've mentioned a second owner."

Was that too big of a lie? He hadn’t been close to the shop for nearly 30 years. Or had any contact with Amir.

Extended vacation wasn't an impossible reason, but how long that vacation was would probably affect what he was gonna ask.

“And no, Sam is not short for Samuel or anything. It’s just Sam.”

For how long he lived, Ezra stopped believing in coincidences quite a bit ago. Perhaps he could've believed it to be a coincidence were it not for the fact of how much that bookshop was brought up in conversation in his class. There evidently had to be something going on there.

Standing outside, Ezra glanced at their reflection in the window before entering, like a subtle look of 'Don't mess around'.

@every-hour-every-day

There was one person inside, standing by the register looking between two books in his hands. However, anyone who knew about the owner, could tell that this was not him.

'You know what that means.'

Ezra glanced away. "Anyone can have bright green eyes, that doesn't automatically make them a Watcher." He muttered.

He picked up a book from the row he was 'looking' at, reading the title.

'He'll see right through us'.

"Shut it." He muttered again.

Ezra placed the book down, glancing around slightly before looking at the man infront of him.

It was better he tell the truth of why he was here than lie, though of course, he left out the part of his suspicions of possible web involvement, which he didn't have proof of yet.

Think quick. Think quick. Lie? Lie sounds good. Twist the truth? Also good- Possibly.

“You know. Technically I am the owner.”

'Well this just got interesting.'

"I-uh, how so? I feel like they would've mentioned a second owner."

Was that too big of a lie? He hadn’t been close to the shop for nearly 30 years. Or had any contact with Amir.

For how long he lived, Ezra stopped believing in coincidences quite a bit ago. Perhaps he could've believed it to be a coincidence were it not for the fact of how much that bookshop was brought up in conversation in his class. There evidently had to be something going on there.

Standing outside, Ezra glanced at their reflection in the window before entering, like a subtle look of 'Don't mess around'.

@every-hour-every-day

There was one person inside, standing by the register looking between two books in his hands. However, anyone who knew about the owner, could tell that this was not him.

'You know what that means.'

Ezra glanced away. "Anyone can have bright green eyes, that doesn't automatically make them a Watcher." He muttered.

He picked up a book from the row he was 'looking' at, reading the title.

'He'll see right through us'.

"Shut it." He muttered again.

Ezra placed the book down, glancing around slightly before looking at the man infront of him.

It was better he tell the truth of why he was here than lie, though of course, he left out the part of his suspicions of possible web involvement, which he didn't have proof of yet.

Think quick. Think quick. Lie? Lie sounds good. Twist the truth? Also good- Possibly.

“You know. Technically I am the owner.”

For how long he lived, Ezra stopped believing in coincidences quite a bit ago. Perhaps he could've believed it to be a coincidence were it not for the fact of how much that bookshop was brought up in conversation in his class. There evidently had to be something going on there.

Standing outside, Ezra glanced at their reflection in the window before entering, like a subtle look of 'Don't mess around'.

@every-hour-every-day

There was one person inside, standing by the register looking between two books in his hands. However, anyone who knew about the owner, could tell that this was not him.

'You know what that means.'

Ezra glanced away. "Anyone can have bright green eyes, that doesn't automatically make them a Watcher." He muttered.

He picked up a book from the row he was 'looking' at, reading the title.

'He'll see right through us'.

"Shut it." He muttered again.

Ezra placed the book down, glancing around slightly before looking at the man infront of him.

For how long he lived, Ezra stopped believing in coincidences quite a bit ago. Perhaps he could've believed it to be a coincidence were it not for the fact of how much that bookshop was brought up in conversation in his class. There evidently had to be something going on there.

Standing outside, Ezra glanced at their reflection in the window before entering, like a subtle look of 'Don't mess around'.

@every-hour-every-day

There was one person inside, standing by the register looking between two books in his hands. However, anyone who knew about the owner, could tell that this was not him.

'You know what that means.'

Ezra glanced away. "Anyone can have bright green eyes, that doesn't automatically make them a Watcher." He muttered.

He picked up a book from the row he was 'looking' at, reading the title.

'He'll see right through us'.

"Shut it." He muttered again.

So that's how Andrew found himself outside a bookshop, one that one of Casey's friends recommended. He opened the door and walked in, glancing around as he did.

@the-fallow-library

Amir was the only worker currently in the shop. He had sent out Emil a bit earlier to take his break while there was still a tiny amount of sun outside.

"Oh, uh I'm not sure. Just glancing around is all, so I don't know what I'm looking for yet."

It was a pretty common answer, often followed by ‘actually, I won’t buy anything’ as they look closer at books. He hoped it wouldn’t be the case now but he held his hoped down. There was more important things happening.