A fresh rain was washing the land. Things were changing. Marian sensed something epic. She had lived among the books as a child, and knew them so well. Older, she became a librarian and took care of the Books. She gave them order and knew all of their names. She and the other librarians guarded them in large, silent rooms. Whispering their wonder. That was a different and much simpler time. That was the time when the Books were proud and stood tall. Before the devices. And now the Books were coming home.