"Maia, where are you?", I shout, taking the risk that someone might hear me and call my attention, or in a more extreme case, throw me out of the library.
"I'm here", I hear the soft voice of Maia calling me from somewhere between the aisles.
I move around the place a little confused about where her voice is coming from, but finally I find her in one of the last aisles at the end of this, sitting at a table with a pile of books on top of her.
"You have to read this, Luke, here it talks about our prophecy."
"Talks about our prophecy?"
"Yes. And about Keith too. Isn't that great? A hundred years ago someone knew what was going to happen to us."
And what do you say, I ask sincerely interested. When I get to where she is, I realize that it is impossible for her to have read it herself.
"How did you read all this?" I ask.
To my surprise, I find another person sitting at the table on the other end where I couldn't see before.
"Who are you?", I ask
