With a thundering crash that could have awoken any and every sleeping aunt in the Universe the blue box hit the ground. He knew he had hit the ground, because he had stopped bobbing about, and that probably meant they were stationary now. And considering the way the books fell out of their shelves, almost hitting him right on top of his new head, they must have become stationary with great speed.
"It's not the fall that kills you, it's hitting the ground."
Looking around he nodded. He was in the library, yes. Definitly in the library. And yet…
His feet weren't touching the ground. He was still bobbing. Indeed. Bobbing. Water.
He was in the pool. And the pool was in the library. The pool had been flung about, and stopped in the library. Swimming towards the edge of the makeshift pool, he grabbed a shelf and pressed himself up towards the edge.
And then a voice came over him. A little girl's voice echoed from somewhere above him. She sounded worried.
If there was something he couldn't stand it was the sound of a worried child.
"Coming! I'm- Urgh, new voice. You are not meant for shouting new voice, you sound all… Weird and. Highpitched. And you are chatty!"
He saw something in the water. A rope. Smiling broadly he grabbed it.
There was a worried child somewhere, and he was going to find her.
Climbing upwards, he left the water soaked library, his mind touching, only for a moment before his fresh and new head went on for more urgent things, about another collection of water. Another collection of water that had ended up in a library with him.
And been left behind.
