A Self-Study Within A Broken Mind

I came back a week later, during the day for the first time in months. I wanted to have time in case Lila decided to tell me more about herself. Though I arrived at the library countless times before, this time I appeared in the small room underneath it in the small room at the heart of the creationism infection. There was nothing extra added to the space, but all four doors were open onto the darkness with a ceiling of the library slightly lit from within. There was no reason for the open areas since the vines creeping out from the central invisible mass could go through solid objects. It only took a sweeping motion to close them all. I had to wonder what this space meant, and just how big it could be. I worried that my creationism may impact the Infinity Void sourcing, but the giant mess of vines could very well be a small blotch in a very big space. There was still a ladder up to the library, not the grand spiral staircase there once was. The idea was scuttled by none other than the...

I came back to the library to some calm insanity. JJ was there, but the whole space was filled with a bundle of racetrack. The sound of toy cars whooshing past was like a constant song of a thousand cicadas. Rebecca was back to regular age, so she might have felt me arrive, but I needed to deal with this first. I flew above the building and inspected the bundles of orange track expanding from the tree-house, into Rebecca’s home, then into the library. JJ had too much freedom, but I needed to be careful taking it away. He was another Finnelgamin in terms of being able to edit the space they both occupied. I had to talk to him, or the whole space would soon be occupied by toy car tracks. “JACK!” a voice shouted from below. It was Rebecca, on the roof of the library. “Jack!” I flew down to find her clothes all torn up. Instantly, I felt Finn needed to be punished, but if she couldn’t calm him, finding Moredo and John would not go over well. “What are you doing here?” I asked. “Did Finn...