Jimmy blinked at the sight before him, but that didn't change anything so he assumed it wasn't a hallucination. That's not to say he wasn't looking at something that wasn't there. It was just that whatever he was experiencing was a lot more than a simple trick of light. If he were a betting man, which he would be, had he the luck or skill to make a career out of such a profession, he would've put all his money on something hitting his head and messing up all those delicate wirings that let him experience the world as it actually was.

"Wow." He whistled and looked around at the massive shelves, and myriad of books. "If only I had the time." He picked up the nearest book, and flipped it open. The first page was blank, and the second. He went through the entire book, and found the ending was so similar to the beginning it wasn't worth reaching at all. "Or a pen. A pen would be good right about now. I don't think I'd be able to fill up all of these, but I could do a few." A frown appeared on his face as he pushed the book back into its place. "I hope these aren't all blank. Its such a shame. I wonder if their journals." He made a face like man that just had a bit of fish and couldn't really decide if he liked it or not. "Oh that would be dreadful. Whoever bought these would spend more time writing than living." He shuddered at the thought. "Pity the soul that's job its going to be to have to read it all."

There was a rolling sound, or a scratching sound. Jimmy couldn't quiet put his finger on the write description, but images of wheels moving over rougher surfaces than were ideal came to his mind. "Hey?" He called out. "Is there anyone else here, or am I getting audio signals that aren't there too?" The second part was said much lower than the first, in the off chance that he wasn't hearing things.