Tim opened the door after a few knocks and was surprised to see Ning at the front door.
"Sir Ning!" he said in surprise. "Where have you been?"
"In the library, searching for something," Ning said. "Can I come in?"
"Ah yes, sure," Tim moved aside and let Ning walk in.
Ning walked past the small hallway with naked brick walls, arriving in a living room with an old, brown sofa in the middle with a small table at the center. A soft yellow filament bulb hung bright from the ceiling and a man sat below it, reading a newspaper.
There seemed to be no windows of any sort in the room which was covered with large shelves filled with books on all sides.
The man reading the newspaper looked up from it and gave a somewhat confused look.
"Father!" Tim spoke excitedly. "This is sir Ning, the man that healed you."
