Author's Notes:
My eighth (I think) drabble for Challenge 309 – The Library at tw100.

Summary: Perhaps there’s a library where everyone’s life is written down…



Ianto scanned the vast, cavernous room; he was in an immense library. Shelves upon shelves of books stretched before and behind him, fading into distance; to each side were yet more. He’d never felt so insignificant. How would he ever find what he was seeking?

Checking the nearest shelf, he started walking. The books were in alphabetical order, one for every human who ever had or would exist. At least he was in the right section.

After walking for miles he found Jack’s life, shelves of books beyond number and beside them his own, equally numerous.

Smiling, reassured, he awoke.

The End