And smoosh. Even when he's not split into itty bitty bits of himself, Andrew seems destined to be smaller than Daine. That's what it seems like at the moment, anyway. He sucks in a breath as best he can under the circumstances, thinking fast.

"The bookdrop!" he exclaims. "He can't have locked that. He needs the books returned." Lifting his chin, he indicates a path through the shelves. "That way."