Now, settle,’ said Mrs Elm, before releasing a deep and meaningful exhale. Standing, stiffly, awkwardly, facing each other. Nora blinked, and when she opened her eyes both she and Mrs Elm were standing in a different part of the library. ‘Well, the computer says the root cause within the host has been temporarily fixed. Mrs Elm clapped her hands as she absorbed new information on the computer screen. At that same time the lights stopped flickering overhead and shone brightly. Nora thought of how good it had felt, swimming in the pool. That is to say, it’s a possibility that we are reaching the end of possibility.’ The exact same kind that Nora had once owned at school.
Are there any other lives at all or is it just the furnishings that change?’īut Mrs Elm wasn’t listening. I’d probably tried to kill myself or something. But he’d also had an affair, and my mum died earlier, and I got on with my brother because I had never let him down, but he was still the same brother, really, and he was only really okay with me in that life because I was helping him make money and. The lights above – the same bare light bulbs hanging down from wires – were flickering wildly. She was at the keyboard now, typing with urgency, staring at the monitor as Nora stood behind her. The kind that Mrs Elm would once have had in her school library.
The computer was a really old-fashioned-looking, cream- coloured boxy one on the desk by the papers. The desk was covered with administrative trays barely containing scattered piles of papers and boxes, and the computer. This was the loosely defined office area she had glimpsed earlier, in one of the broader corridors.
She arrived back in the Midnight Library.īut this time she was a little away from the bookshelves.
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