[CENTER][h1][color=slategray]Ailsa Leisy[/color][/h1][/center]

Ailsa wandered the streets of the city, hands stuck in her pockets. [color=slategray][i]What to do for two hours? Hmm.[/i][/color] Spotting the old library of the city, she decided to drop by. [color=slategray][i]Maybe I can find something to take up my time,[/i][/color] she thought, walking up the steps. 

Pushing open the door, Ailsa let herself into the old building. Though dust and spiderwebs had gathered, the room had lost none of its appeal to Ailsa’s intellectual side. A small smile stretched across the doctor’s mouth as she walked towards the shelves, running her fingers over the worn spines of the books. [color=slategray][i]I don’t even remember the last time I had a book to read,[/i][/color] she thought sadly. 

Her eyes stopped on a novel by T. H. White. [color=slategray][i]Oh. I think I know this book,[/i][/color] Ailsa thought, sliding the novel out from the shelf. [i]The Once and Future King[/i], the drab white-and-teal striped cover read. As she skimmed the words on the back cover, memories of tracing over the story of a boy who pulled a majestic sword from a stone flooded Ailsa’s mind—a boy so innocent, so full of hope and radiance that Ailsa’s heart bled for him by the time he’d accepted the crown.

Clutching the book at her side, Ailsa scanned the length of the room. She’d heard that there was a new librarian but hadn’t found the time to stop by and say hello. In fact she hadn’t really had any time so far, with all the cleaning up she’d had to do around the clinic. Mabel hadn’t really organized and recorded all the supplies the survivors had found, and she didn't offer help when Ailsa set about documenting all the bottles and pills. Ailsa didn't hold it against the other doctor, but sometimes she wished that Mabel could have been a little friendlier to her. She'd wanted a friend.

[color=slategray]”Hello?”[/color] Ailsa asked the quiet, dusty room. [color=slategray]”Anyone in?”[/color]

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