[‘Love Will Have It’s Sacrifices’ Theme] I know he’s an awful old man, but… I could barely do it before, and that was when he was about to kill Carmilla. We can’t afford to be squeamish. This universe is only a temporary pocket, generated with what little remains of the Library’s strength after all the attacks by The Dean. If you can’t find the heart by the time it dissipates, our entire world will be lost. If it helps, his existence won’t extend beyond the life of the pocket either way. I’m not sure that helps. So you’re saying that me, and everyone I know, are temporary manifestations, contingent on the alterations you and the Library made to the extant casuality? [awkward] Cool. All you had to change was me getting fed to the Anglerfish? It was the best point at which to reconfigure reality. Because none of last semester happened. The Dean isn’t loose and all of those people are still alive… But only temporarily. You can’t afford to let might-have-beens distract you from our cause. Yeah. Well, I can’t help you so much on the ethics, but if you want access to the Baron, I think I have an in. This had better be an emergency. Dean Morgan has a very busy day tomorrow. It’s totally an emergency. Laura’s back, and she needs our help. Hey Per. No. no, no, no, no. Laura is dead. So whatever freakish experiment you’ve performed to make me hallucinate her here, well, is just in poor taste. I didn’t make you hallucinate the giant mushrooms. You inhaled spores and helped burn down the theatre building. Deal. I am dealing. I have an excellent job with the Administration, in spite of my regrettable associations with individuals who blame campus tragedies on vampires. No. Laura is dead. I know this to be true because I organized a very tasteful memorial. If Laura weren’t dead, it would mean that – You’re elaborate world of denial would collapse? It would mean that it isn’t over. That the very dangerous people – who killed those girls, well, they might start looking at us again. Perry. Look. I know what happened was terrifying and I understand just wanting to stay safe – but, we need your help. You’re so much smarter and braver than you know, trust me. You always were so inspirational. Which is how you got yourself killed. And you will not be getting me killed. Perr-. Now don’t contact me again, Su – LaFontaine. And, remember to change out your HEPA-filters. There’s a lot of dust in the Library. Sorry. She’s been like that for a while. I guess I thought maybe seeing you again… She’s so scared. Everyone is. Ever since The Board arrived it’s like… something coming. So, whaddya want to try next? [Knocks] [Opens door] Hallway. [Knocks] [Opens door] Hallway. [Knocks] [Opens Door] Hallway. Anything? So the Library’s not moving or dropping books on us – I think it’s dead. Well, it’s not the only thing that’s about to be. I told you NOT to bring Mother here. And what did you do? Now Laura’s gone, and you’re saying there’s a chance that we might not get her back? I’m sorry if there’s too many variables in “I don’t know. She just disappeared.” URGHHH! For me to form a hypothesis. Okay! Okay. Since, murdering you might be counter productive. Let’s move on. What I want is Laura back. Safe and unharmed. And while, mysteriously vanished leaves open a wide range of possibilities, I would like to exhaustively explore every last one of them even – if it means a sentient space-time anomaly has STOLEN HER AND I HAVE TO BURN IT AND ALL OF ITS DISTURBING LITTLE BOOKS TO THE GROUND IF WE DON’T GET HER BACK. Alright, let’s get started before I get irrational. I’ll go get the books. What about Danny? Locked up after what she did to the Zetas after the whole “Kirsch murdered you” thing. Which also rules out Kirsch. and the Zetas. There’s not many of them left. Betty is… gone. What about The Summer Society or the Newspaper Kids? Or the Alchemy Club? Summers got disbanded because of Danny. The Newspaper kids have been having some “life-expectancy issues” after they made a mistake in a profile on the Dean. And… since the mushroom thing, the Alchemy guys have been less helpful geeks and more roving fungus zombies. But, all of last semester’s badness was averted here. No rising demigod, no ill-advised coup. I mean, there has to be someone left standing. Oh no! Quick, frosh we gotta hide! Wait! Carmilla? No. No-no-no-no-no. You’re not here. You’re not here. You’re not here. Oh! For the love of – Carmilla, cherie, if Maman finds out you’re hiding out muttering in the Library again, she will be seriously displeased.