Callisto laid back against the book shelf, his eyes settled on the line between the ceiling and the wall. Though his mind was completely else where. He was lost to reality, inside his thoughts were racing. When one was not around any sort of noise it was easier for thought to manifest itself in the corridors of one's head, with an increase about two million thoughts per second. It was easy to get a little lost at such a point.

At any rate for the most part he was alone. besides the two others who present. Only being visible to his eyes of course. There in the corner of the room was an old gentleman with tiny bifocals and very white hair. His hair was sent in long waves about his shoulders and back. He was wearing a brown suit with a burgundy bow tie. His black shoes clunk loudly against the floor.

On the darker side of the library was a shadowy figure that could only be recognize as a very young girl. The person was incredibly small in ways that only a child of about six or under could match.

Callisto's eyes beat opened and closed as he paid no attention to either of them. He knew that they were just simply tricks of the mind. He had no reason to be bothered with them. His main focus at the moment was to keep himself from wandering to far out thus surfacing into one of his zombie like states or into one of his violent hallucinations.

"Someone is calling you," a feminist voice sung out to him, breaking his current mindset. He lifted himself up and headed out of the library.

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