Finding that he has nothing else to say, Anon turns to look at the nearby shelves. Most of the books seem to be written in foreign languages, but he spies a few English titles. He takes one of them and turns back to Patchouli. She still has her attention focused on her book.

The place is a library, so why not read something? Anon turns back to the book he took from the shelf - "75 Exciting Vegetables For Your Garden by Jack Staub". Too lazy to pick out another book, he decides that this will do as well as any other book.

"Zzzz..."

After some gentle nudging, Anon wakes up. Koakuma continues to nudge him, and mutters a few words he can't understand. Anon rubs his eyes and looks around. Patchouli is nowhere in sight.

"You must have been really tired, but I don't think Mistress Patchouli minded, so don't worry. She asked me to give this to you before she left."

Koakuma hands Anon a smoky green orb a few inches in diameter. Anon looks curiously at the orb, then gives Koakuma a puzzled expression.

"She left instructions with it," Koakuma says as she hands Anon a note torn from a small notebook.

"To use, aim and throw hard."

Anon reads the note a few more times before putting it in his pocket. He decides to hold on to the orb a bit, just in case.

Suddenly a loud crash resounds throughout the room. The sounds seems to have come from the other side of the library. Koakuma gasps, then flies quickly towards the source of the noise. Anon is left sitting alone. He takes a sip from his tea. Its already cold.

"Thump!"

Anon turns toward his right, and to his despair, he sees a blond-haired girl wearing a black and white witch outfit complete with broom and sack. "Sack?", he mouths, as the girl stuff books into the sack. While the girl looks ordinary, Anon has a feeling that this person is at least as dangerous as Patchouli, maybe even more so.

Anon considers his options. He looks toward the exit; he can probably sneak out of the library without the girl noticing. He looks down at the orb; "Aim and throw hard," he remembered. He looks back at the girl; she seems too busy stuffing books into her sack to notice him.