Where had she gone? Kagome wondered. The area around them was clear, except for the shelves.
"Mrs. Glenbaker?" she called tentatively.
"As there is obviously no one else in the room, unless she is a ghost, or your imaginary friend, why are you calling?" Kagome turned slowly. A man had entered, probably the one that she had heard in the hall. He was watching her intently, as though watching for a reaction. But after a moment of thought, Kagome was determined to not give him one, though she was shaken by the mention of a ghost.
"Who are you?" Kagome Elizabeth asked suspiciously.
"You can call me Mr. Dog, although that is not my real name. My real name has something to do with what dogs do to water. This is just a little joke on my part," replied the man humorously.
Kagome relaxed a little, and frowned. She could swear that she had seen him before, but she wasn't sure where.
"Mr., um, Dog, I suppose you're busy, and so I'll just let you get back to work…" she trailed off.
"Of course," said Mr. Dog, and as he went into a door on the other side of the hall, he quickly grabbed a roll of microfilm from the section that held extra copies. What a strange encounter! She thought. And why was he in here talking to me when he had business elsewhere? He was certainly nosy. Oh well, he had probably just needed that one roll. It was probably a good idea to send him on his way. If she had thought about it more, she would have realized that you needed a reader to see the microfilm. The man had simply walked out with stolen property, with no way to read it.