After filing Nara's work, Inric heads back to the records room with the catalogue book. He slots it back into its place and turns round, remembering what the room had looked like before - full of people, a cheerful hum of conversation, books piled on every table and spirited debates taking place around the shelves. Now it is empty, desolate, and his spirits sink further still. He can't fix this. It was absurd even to try.