Alex put down the book, feeling dazed and a little scared. She flipped through the pages to find odd tales and texts of many kinds, but she noticed that even though there were what looked like chapter labels on the tops of the pages, she never did seem to come to the chapter interfaces. She studied the pages between each chapter, and saw, deep in between the pages, what looked like fine, gently tear lines from pages that were seemingly ripped out. The book had stopped glowing, and was now as dull and lifeless as the other books of the study. She lifted the front cover and slammed it shut, then prepared to walk out and try to fix the key to search the upstairs a bit. Something caught her eye. It was a frame just to the right of the door. There was no picture, but a piece of paper in it. It was glowing in the same benign, heat-less way that the book had been at first. She decided to pick up the frame and pry it open. She gently slid the paper out, which was almost soft, and certainly very old. The writing was barely legible, but she could now see that it was written in the same manner as the book. She looked at the top of the page, and sure enough, it had the chapter heading. At the uppermost center, it had a larger, bolder print, which was presumably showing the beginning of another chapter. She sat down again and opened the book, flipping through the pages until the headings matched that of the book. She found the neat tear where it had been torn out and placed it inside the book. The book began to glow again. The began reading the text, and the whole world blacked out before her.