Romana finds herself singing along to the ancient gramophone, the soft tones of Lynn Bari too enticing to resist. The library was nearly finished, organized completely after two centuries. She couldn't help but smile to herself at the achievement; she had the sneaking suspicion that it wouldn't last - but that was perfectly alright with her. It was the principle of the thing. It had been a daunting task, but absolutely worth the time and effort.










