She's in the library again. Walking among the shelves. Her fingers trace the spines of the books with the caress of a lover. The echo of her footsteps match the ticks of the big clock in the hall outside.
She breathes in the smell of old books mingling with the new and she can hear them all calling out to her.
"Help us, mother. Help us."
A tear rolls down her cheek. She's powerless against the enemy that she faces every night.
The Mongrifier, beast with a thousand fingers stalks her library. He dog-ears the pages and writes obscene graffiti in the books. On good days, he tears out one or two pages from the books and on bad days he rips chunks out of books.
And when he leaves, he throws the books on the floor and if he is feeling extra mischievous, he puts the books in wrong shelves.
So Lisa has to check the shelves once again to see if every book is resting in her proper home. She hates the beast and hates herself because she can't do anything to stop it.
"Mother, mother," the books cry, "you need to get stronger. You need to face the Mongrifier and kill it."
And so Lisa decides she needs to learn. She needs to study the advanced library sciences that would make a formidable librarian out of her. She longs to be the one who could inspire silence with just her presence.
She spends the rest of the night putting books back in the shelves and smoothing the pages that have been dog eared.
When Lisa wakes up she fills an online application for admission to the prestigious school of libraries.
The acceptance email lands in her inbox. Her life is about to change.
Lisa packs everything she owns and buys a bus ticket for the school.
In the bus, she dreams again and this time the Mongrifier knows of her plans. It rushes through the library, pushing the shelves to make books rain down in the library.
Lisa is being hunted by the beast. The mischief is gone and the Mongrifier is going for the kill.
A bookshelf falls and Lisa is too slow to get out of its way. She's pinned underneath it and the Mongrifier is coming for her. She holds a hardcover of War and Peace in her hands as some kind of shield and then a wicked pain shoots through her leg.
She wakes up and she's in the bus. The man sitting beside her has his hand on her leg. Without thinking, she gets up and slaps the tiny pervert.
He's saying something but the blood is rushing to her ears and she slaps him again. He falls down like a sack of flour.
She's getting him thrown out of the bus for sure.
Oh, you see where this is going? ;)