2. I walk swiftly through the electronic guard towers, the everlasting smell of this underground library greeting my nose like a long lost friend.  I re-check a large book I had not yet completed and walk over to the teen area.  Recently these books have regained my attention, for many of them provide a high school experience, however fake it may be.  I gather my thoughts and set to finding intriguing books, all the while wishing the young man restocking shelves would need to restock the teen area shelves; I wished to say hello.  My mind wanders as I pick books, then decide to leave.  As I walk away, I see he is in the teen room, I didn't hear him approach.