"Not so much now." I told him "I was eleven when I wrote that one. There was a whole blog post about how Jailhouse Rock was a hint that he was stuck in a prison of his own making and faking his death was an escape. It was a load of bullshit but my argument on it was very convincing."

He smiled evilly. A smile that I imagined the devil had just before he released sin into the world.

"I am sure it was." He retorted "If you give the name of your blog then you will have one more view to add to your one hundred and fifty thousand."

"No way." I argued, knowing that he would be able to terrorise me for the rest of my life with that kind of information.

The street was dimly lit so I could not see that well where we were, but it looked familiar. Really familiar.

I leaned forward in my seat and looked out of his window. Once it hit me where we were, I looked to Stone who was already watching me as he parked the black truck.

"Why are we at the library?" I asked before feeling the need to mention "I doubt they are open at night."

"Come." He said as he opened the truck door.

I hesitantly opened the door and followed him.

He gently grabbed my arm when I walked over to him. He pulled me to his side and then walked with my arm still in the embrace of his calloused hand.

"We will miss it." He said as he took long strides that were hard to keep up with.

I was going to question what we were going to miss but I was unable to because I was out of breath trying to keep up with his pace.

"Can you slow down?" I huffed as we walked inside the old looking building "I am out of breath here, Lurch."

Stone did slow down and rubbed at my back like it would magically make me fitter.

"Sorry, Medusa." He said with a chuckle "I forgot you had such small legs."

I swatted his arm in response, following him into the large open space filled with books.

The library was a lot more classic looking than other ones in the city. The shelves were wooden, and they towered the place. The place still had modern books, but a lot of the largest aisles were filled with old hardbacks to fit the aesthetic of the building.

I never really visited this particular library a lot. I should have because I loved the feeling of the place. It reminded me of the one from Beauty and The Beast and it made me want to prance around the aisle of books.

The library however looked different. In the middle of the large room, the shelves had been moved to clear a large space. Instead of books, people were sat facing a white sheet hung on the wall.