#hallucinatinglibrarian

Jake’s smile slipped off his face. He had forgotten that people don’t usually kill other people. Even if they were bad. “You don’t get it Cassandra. They would have killed people, lots of them. Starting with me and... You.” His hand dropped to his side at the last word. She meant so much to him now, she was keeping him human after all, and she just didn’t get it. 

“I know, that’s kind of the point…” Jake grinned and looked down at the ax. It was an old friend of his, one that had seen as much hell as he. “But hey, you figured out how to disarm the thing so I didn’t have to use it. It’s a win for everyone.” 

“well, I think Colonel Baird has worked out her Christmas issues, and Mr. Jones certainly seems to be embracing he season.  If you need ornaments you might check out the Victorian room, but do be sure to read the cards.  We don’t need any ghostly visitors.”

“It appears to be so far, but I’m not taking anything for granted.  And I’m not entirely certain that you can use alcohol as a metric.  There were ... other things at play after all.  And well last years’ Santa was ... particularly perky.” 

“Well Ms. Cillian as you’re aware many things in the library are not where they were originally.  I don’t recall moving them personally and as you may ... or may not remember, it did get a bit wild at Colonel Baird’s birthday party.” 

“I wouldn’t DREAM of it,” he replied, sincerity crossing his features. Of all the times to be SINCERE, this was one of them. “Good. Neither do I.”

“Ms. Cillian, you seem to be making a habit of being in here on your day off.  You know, time away is actually encouraged to give one a ... sense of perspective so to speak.”

Ezekiel’s wolfish grin grew in size. “One’s enough,” he replied, moving to the globe, “There’s a great one in Sydney. So- let’s dial ‘er up.”