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She sits back on her heels, arms crossed over her chest. Her gaze rakes up and down his long frame.

"How long have I got?"

"...three months", he decides after a moment. "I am not exactly in a position at the moment to bring people into my world for shopping expeditions, but I hope for that to change shortly."

"You're on. If I can't find you a suit that you look good in and are comfortable with, I will see someone about my eyes."

"Then we have a deal. And I must find an acceptable tailor in Sleepy Hollow."

"Sleepy Hollow is in upstate New York, isn't it? We could always go into the City."

She raises an eyebrow in query.

"If transport could be secured. The world doesn't seem to be very amenable to travelling on horseback, in these times."

"Hmm. Point. Something else to research. I suppose you've never ridden on a train?"

She remembers New York having a fairly accessible public transit system.

"No. In a car, since I arrived in this time, and young Mr Todd has been teaching me about motorcycles. But not on a train."

"Well, if the opportunity arises, we could take a train into the City, and then a cab everywhere else. Or -- just find a nice tailor in Sleepy Hollow, though I will cry foul if he's anything less than cosmopolitan."

"I'll look into it", he promises. "And with no deliberate cheating."

She smirks at him, and nods.

"I look forward to it. Until then, I'm curious. Have you, erm... Found the end of the Library yet?"

It's not an offer, it's a genuine question.

"...no." He peers down the stacks. "I was starting to wonder if there was one."

"Same here." She pushes off from where she's been leaning against the table, and follows his gaze.

"I've been coming here for six months, and I haven't either. I always end up with too much to carry before I found the end."

"Would you like to investigate?" Beat. "Although perhaps we should take a hint from Theseus and bring a ball of thread."

"Psh, nonsense. It's a Library, not the Labyrinth of Daedalus."

"You haven't seen the garage."

"I have too seen the garage. I've been driving in the garage. It goes on a bit, but there is most definitely an end."

She takes a step forward, and glances back at him.

"Well? Are you coming?"

"But of course."

He wouldn't let Alex face... the library... alone, and anyway, he wants to know.

It's just books, right? She walks along at a steady pace, one hand touching the shelves as she marks the sections, commiting them to memory.

"They seem to get older as they go along. And I found the part named 'The Restricted Section' but I'm not up to reading books that growl and move about under their own power."

Ichabod blinks.

"Living books? Yes, those sound as though they might... resist."

"That's why they're kept on little chain leashes," she says, turning to grin at him.

"Magic." He should understand that sentiment.

"Magic." He grins wryly. "Although I've never known it to be so blatant in my world."

"Oh yes, because a man walking around with no head is just as subtle as it gets."

She throws him a look over her shoulder.

"He only comes out at night - we believe sunlight weakens him - and you would be surprised what people can convince themselves they did not see."

"Sunlight, weakens the Horseman of Death? How strange."

There are pendant lights hanging from the ceiling at fairly regular intervals, and she glances up, mentally keeping track of how many they've passed.

"And I would be the last person to be surprised by that, actually. I spent three years convincing myself I wasn't dead. And I did a very good job of it, too. The mind is predisposed to seeing only the evidence which supports our own conclusions."