The pattern's gentle tugs lead you down the steps of Carter Hall and along the quad to Johansen Library at the opposite end. Unlike the rest of the college's brick buildings, it has granite blocks marching along its façade in neat rows, rough-textured ones mixed among smooth in regular patterns interrupted only by graceful arched windows.
You pull open its massive oak doors, the wrought-iron handles cool even in the warmth of August. You step inside.
It's been a long time since you were here, but the smell of books transports you back almost as effectively as the memory pattern.
Speaking of, you let the memory pattern guide your next steps.
As you climb the stairs to the second floor, a memory returns, one you'd completely forgotten. You'd been working late one night on your sophomore second-semester elective with Darcy and Manish.