He's walking through the stacks looking for something interesting. Maybe he's hoping a series of amazing DVDs will suddenly appear somewhere and he'll have a movie or two to watch. Most of the time, it's nothing but books. Books are okay. He stopped reading random law books when he dropped the third one out of his lap and onto his feet because he fell asleep trying to read it. He's moved on to TV-tie-in novels when he can find them, and the occasional movie novelization.

What he finds in the library this time is unusual. He leans against one of the shelves. "The last time I saw you, you were trying to hold my door closed from the wrong side," he says casually.