Rook snapped awake, coughing at the sudden cloud of dust that formed when he sat up, with some difficulty. Books. All over.  ANd he wasn't in his bed... Evidently, he'd pulled a bookshelf over on top of himself the night before.

That meant... Today was a good day to get some fresh air. Too much dust, not enough sun down here in the basement. The Black Thief pulled himself to his feet and dusted himself off, walking up the stairs and out of the bookstore, stepping into the morning sun.