Javert had decided to move into the library during the shift change. Hopefully he'd be able to collect his thoughts there. Choosing a book - Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes, whoever that was - he opened it at random and let it fall open on his lap, closing his eyes.

Perhaps, if Mlle. Sohma required no assistance tonight, he would find Trevelyan (irritating as the man was, he did have his uses) and try to head down to the basement. Surely there had to be something of value there - otherwise, what was the use of guarding it?

Lost in his thoughts and calmed by the hushed silence of the library, he settled back in his seat and dozed lightly.