Andrew kicks, pulls, and squirms, finally pulling himself through and clambering to his feet, skittering across downed books. "Daine?" he calls, trying to figure out why he can't hear the sounds of a galloping polar bear. "Daine??"

He shoves books aside on a shelf near eye level, trying to see into the next aisle. Daine's no longer a polar bear -- and more importantly, she's no longer moving. Andrew's gaze ghosts over the body of the Coldfang before he remembers himself and makes himself look away.

The fact that he's not looking at it probably explains why the first book misses. Another one flies through the air almost immediately after it, though, and then another and another -- with Andrew throwing them as fast as he can, some of them are bound to hit the creature. "Get back!" he orders it. "Get away from her!"