Even Damon “I-Don’t-Wake-Up-Until-Noon” Molloy arrived on time. We had to sort out all the Eyeball Beast mess smartly and quickly. How hard would it be to squash a thousand or so eyeballs? We swept past Tricks, the three-legged dog, on the library lawn and hustled up the wide, stone steps to the library entrance. San San was there already, huffing and puffing from the climb. It had been a long time since she left her apartment, let alone had to climb a flight of stairs. “I forgot how beautiful this library is,” San San said wistfully as we pushed through the enormous library doors. “And high up! Whew! What a workout!” San San pointed to the stone surrounding the door. There were gargoyles and some symbols cut into the stone as well as some faces. “Look there!” San San said. We all looked up and spied a row of eyes over the door. “Remember that, wherever you go, someone is always watching you,” San San reminded us. I dreaded the thought of what could have been watching us at that moment.
