Sweat pours off you and you read hour after hour. The library rules are. One library patron down here at a time only. That patron can stay till closing but a guard must be standing by. You stay threw two shifts. Now its a tall lanky asian man with that innsmouth look standing guard. You study till closing time and you get your card back. You don't like the smudgey fingerprints the man has left on the card. Like a fungal form of moss. You soak the card in rubbing alchahol when you get home. You also feel vary paranoid about that last guard. He seemed to be watching you a little too intently. He seemed to be looking over your shoulder seeing but parts you are reading.