The smell of books was really strong here, obviously, judging by the numbers of books on the shelf and on the floor. To be honest if I didn’t have to come to the library according to Rahul, I wouldn’t come here. I was more like a movie person, not a book person. Well, comic book was an exception though.

“There, that’s the librarian.” Rahul pointed to the guy wearing a gray cardigan who sat behind the counter. Rahul was coming with us because “I am also responsible for this shit storm even though I am not the one losing the name,” he said. 

God, and I was going to thank him when he said he would bring us here.

I walked to the librarian. Kat and Rahul walked behind us, quietly fighting with each other. Rahul didn’t like Kat and it was because of me. He knew I used some kind of trick to make her work here and stay with me. He knew that I was such a loser that I played dirty trick just to have someone to talk to. When I turned the paper for Kat to work here years ago Rahul came to my office, he punched me and said I was pathetic and I should go see a psychiatrist. Haha. This guy.

“Hello.” I greeted the young looking guy (everyone here look young-looking. You mortals might be jealous) with a gray cardigan. He looked up, grumpily raised his eyebrows like I disturbed his precious time.

“What.” The guy said. He didn’t even make it sound like a question.

“I…erm, I need to,” I anxiously turned my head to Rahul. He walked closer to the counter, “Hi, we need an access to the Deadpool log number 20160930US2000.” Rahul tightened his tie as if it was not tight enough. Good, may that tie choke him so I can reap his soul.

The Librarian looked in Rahul’s dark eyes. He just stared for a few seconds before he said, “Do you have a permission?”

“Yes, I am one of the Watcher responsible to the log, I’m Rahul.” Rahul took his name card out of his wallet.

“And I am the reaper who’s really need to see that log, I’m Em—“ Before I finished introducing myself, Kat pinched my side and Rahul turned to look at me with his hawk-like eyes. I just shrugged, shifting my hoodie. They didn’t want me to introduce myself. I had quite a reputation of a grim reaper.

“Since it’s quite new, you need to walk to other section that on the other side. It will be on your right.” The librarian finished his sentence by giving me an exact call number of the log in a small piece of paper. I thanked him and walked away with the other two.

We walked for ten minutes (ten!! What is this place?) before we reached the shelf we wanted. I looked at the call number of each book on the shelf and when I noticed the book with the same call number as the number in the piece of paper I got, I just stared…

What’s the thickest book you’ve known?

Because this…this book was the thickest one I’d ever had my hands on.

And then we just realized, that with the log full of people names, places and times of their first recognized moment as a dying soul, we, no, I had not gotten your name yet.