When Adam opened his eyes after feeling the usual weightlessness that accompanied the transfer of his soul to the Library, he found himself to be in a place slightly different from what he was used to.
It was still a place filled with books – as usual – but rather than a gigantic never-ending library of epic proportions, he found himself in what looked like a small drawing room with a chimney and a few books littered about on the shelves that were just the tiniest sliver bigger than himself.
'Where is this place?'
Adam had no time to ponder this important question as he heard a cough ringing from behind.
Spinning on his heels, rotating his head and body, he glanced at the woman – the origin of the weak coughing noises – who was sitting on a rocking chair with a huge shawl draped over her legs and even up to her belly.
"....Eve?"
Adam asked, hesitation and disbelief clearly evident in his voice and tone as he looked at the woman before him with clear shock in his eyes.
