Romeo found himself being gently tugged and picked up from the comfortable fort he’d made in the library. The books he stacked in it to keep from falling as he’d been pulled out.

“Excuse me, Where are we going? Some people enjoy spontaneity. But I prefer a more controlled existence, And I’d like to begin planning my return trip.”

He insists grumpily while you effortlessly carried the man out of the library he barricaded himself in earlier this morning when the rain first began to pour.