Shaking my head, I strolled to the employee offices near the back of the library, turning out more lights as I went and waving to stragglers on their way out into the blustery January night. One of my favorite things to do when I procrastinated going home was shelving the checked-in books and then innocently blaming the library elves the next morning. It really didn't take much to entertain myself.

I left on enough lights to read the spine labels without squinting and then ...