As Giles steps into the library, he feels an unpleasant shift to the air and immediately goes on alert. The inviting, sunny library they saw was a lie, transforming the minute they crossed the threshold into a dark, dank room filled with the musty scent of rotting books. Instinctively, Giles reaches for the stake in his back pocket even as a quick glance over his shoulder reveals that the door they came through is bricked over.

"Of course," he mutters. Stake firming in hand, he takes a tentative step further into the room.

"Stay behind me," he softly instructs Sunshine, herding her in that general direction with his free arm. "We'll just find another door." Weary cynicism having kicked in, he sounds much more convinced of that prospect than he feels.