You couldn't sleep.

You had tried every trick in the book—counting sheep, sipping warm milk, even flipping your pillow to the cool side—but your mind would simply not settle. Eventually, you sighed, resigning yourself to the fact that sleep was not happening tonight. With no desire to lie in bed and let the hours tick away, you decided that it was best to make use of your time.

You weaved through the labyrinth of towering shelves, the hushed silence of the library almost comforting. But as you turned the corner, something caught your eye.

A faint silhouette, barely visible against the shadows, shimmered near the fireplace. The flickering firelight highlighted slight indentations in the air...and your initial thought was that it was a trick of the light—but as you stepped closer, you realized it was none other than Millard Nullings, wrapped in a thin blanket. A subtle shiver rocked the air gently, and it was obvious that his invisible figure was trembling from the cold.