[Blake stays on guard. His eyes keep flicking toward the darkness in the hall. It doesn't look like the kind of dark that's empty. Reminds him of one time when he tripped over a garbage bag in an alleyway and it burst out with rats.]

[Well, that's good news at least, if it's true. Blake mutters to himself.] Musta lost him.

[He casts a look around the room. The hell are trees doing in a library?] I haven't seen anybody in here, but there's a hell of a lot of places to hide. What's he look like?