Screams and clattering were heard from behind the door, a woman’s screams. But of course, this was one sweet deal on something as large as this. Books and all for just a bit.

I stared at the door sideways for a moment until the man stepped back out calmly, bandages on his arms which were already dark red, his shirt torn, almost clawed-looking. He noticed the strange look I was giving him.

“Can I help you?” he repeated.

“What’s in there?” I asked, sounding more frightened than curious.

“Wildlife section. Bloody bobcat escaped again.”

“Escaped? From what?”

“The book, of course. What else?”