His knees could barely carry his weight and he had to hunch not to fall flat. His eye vision was blurred and he could only note silhouettes. Confusion spread in his mind, his feet were neatly planted on soft ground, possible a carpet. A hallucination? No drops landing with a thumping sound on the concreted street, washing away blood pools. No sign for a pink streak making its way through the thick grey morning clouds in the sky. The several unidentified scents were not surrounding him; there were just plain fresh air. Reaching out his hand he could feel wood. He caught a glimpse of books and figured that he was practically hugging a bookcase. Pushing his hand against it for support did not make it better since ahead of him he could see books falling, and also crashing down.
"Whoa, that's my second bump caused by heavy books." The crouching man got up holding his hand on his blonde hair.
Angel still a bit dizzy but with better eyesight suddenly frowned.
"You're Riley." His soft voice blended in with the library atmosphere.
"Yes. Do I know you?" He asked some what reserved.
Angel looked down at his supposed-to-be-long-black-coat that suspiciously had turned in to a beige cotton sweater and a pair of worn-out jeans. His pupils expanded and the number of breaths increased. He bent over and felt a corner pressing against his thigh. He reached down his pocket only to find a U.C Sunnydale student card marked with his name.
"THIS is what happens with the Shanshu leftovers?!"