“You’re sure that weird red book is back by the Librarian's desk?” The cat nodded in response to her question. “Alright then, I want you to watch the book. Let me know if anything changes. I’ll try to meet you back here in a couple of weeks. I’m going to try to find the center of the wing again.”

Mr. Wiggles frowned at her.

“Yes, I know we barely survived the first time, but the most functional part of the library mechanisms is in that center, and the engineer there knows how to get into another wing, even if they won’t share it.”

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Mr. Wiggles meowed loudly at her for a few seconds.

“Fine, I’ll let you watch the book for a week before I leave, but you can’t talk me out of this forever. You were a lot easier to deal with when we first met. I hope you know that.”

Mr. Wiggles glared at her.

“What do you mean I’ve gotten more stubborn? That’s just rude.”