Well, we'll never find out if we don't at least try, right?

[He smiles brightly and bounces to his feet as well, but the moment he gets close to one of the shelves, all noise drains away and his heartbeat seems to fill the world and-

-and he remembers a library, so much larger and grander than this one. He remembers the kind of happiness you feel when you manage to get someone a perfect gift. And the line, "If it was possible, we'd like to buy them all. Right, daddy?" And he remembers-

-he picks a book from the shelves. It's clearly not a library book, completely unmarked, and when he opens it - although he gets a strange feeling he shouldn't - the pages are empty.]

This book - shit, my head... - it's another of those things. It's important, somehow.