Falling Inside - Chapter 77.1 His truck kicked up a plume of dirt as it trudged along the road into the heart of Deluge, the dark shade of its rusted paint standing out against the red earth like an ink stain. The drive to the Museum wasnt too long, but it gave Jace enough time to compose his thoughts before parking and walking through the tall double doors of the old building. The smell of old books filled his nose as he peered through the rows and rows of books looking for Val, but he saw no one. He wandered through the hallways of books for who knows how long, but he never found another human. He could have spent hours searching but there were no clocks to mark the passing of time. The sense of timelessness within the walls of books was maddening, but Jace kept his nerve. He found a wide leather chair nestled against the intersection of two walls, right beneath a window.