Héctor gleefully burst into the Room to find Juliana and Sal there, playing Smash Bros. on the couch. “Yo, Héctor,” said Juliana, her hand over her heart. “You scared me. You okay?”

Héctor didn’t answer—he went straight to Sal and knelt before them.

“I know what we can do.”

Sal looked to Juliana. “Do you know what he’s talking about?”

She shook her head. “Why all the dramatics, Héctor?”

He fell backward, his hand palm out and over his forehead. “You haven’t seen drama yet,” he said, and he grinned wide as his friends laughed. “Because I came up with the most dramatic solution to your problem, Sal.”

Sal raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know,” they said. “It’s okay. I appreciate you thinking about me, but it’s pointless. The library is already gone.”

“Which is precisely where you’re wrong,” said Héctor, rising up from the floor. “This whole time, you’ve been worried about saving your library when instead, you could just move it.”

“Move it?” Now Sal was scowling at Héctor. “I can’t move a library.”

“Not by yourself, no, but with some help from your wonderful friends and a magical room”—he spread his arms out to gesture at himself, Juliana, and the Room—“it’s totally possible.”

“Where do you move a library to, Héctor?” asked Juliana. “It’s . . . well, a library! They’re huge!”

He took a deep breath. This had better work, he thought.

A moment later, he was at the door. “You put it here,” he said, and he really, really hoped that he had not screwed this up. He yanked the door open.

Juliana and Sal rose from the couch and walked over to him. “Héctor, what is this place?” said Juliana. She let Sal go first, and then Héctor heard them gasp.

“No way,” they said.

“Sal, you know what this place is?” asked Juliana.

“The abandoned math classroom,” they said, their eyes wide. “Oh, why didn’t I think of this? Ms. Pérez will be so happy!”

“Who is that?” said Juliana.

“My English teacher, who was also the librarian,” said Sal, and their face lit up while they talked about her. “Oh, you’d both love her. She’s so funny and she always recommends the best books. She’s been running a mini library out of her class, but it’s just not the same.”

“Perfect,” said Héctor. “I bet she’ll love it. You can tell her after we’re done.”

“We?” Juliana put her hands on her hips. “You want us to move all the books into this dirty classroom ourselves?”

“Well, why wait for someone else to say no?” said Héctor. “Isn’t it a better idea to just do it ourselves?”