Once they were all safely inside the library Harold turned on his mobile phone, which rather cleverly had a torch function. He led the way to the romance section where, as Jasfoup had predicted, John sat on one of the reader chairs with a small pile of historical romances on the floor next to him.
Harold sat on the arm and flashed his torch at the cover. John was two-thirds through Dennis Wheatley's 'To the Devil a Daughter.' He made a small cough. “You'll ruin your eyesight, you know, reading in the dark.”
“Imps have perfectly good night vision.” John turned a page and continued reading. “Why did you never tell me about these? I didn't know this sort of book existed.”
“I didn't know you didn't know about them.” Harold glanced up at the faces around them. Gillian had found Lucy a copy of 'The Very Hungry Caterpillar.' Lucy was eating it. “Look, we were all worried about you. You could waste away to nothing in here.”
“Why did no one tell me humans have ten points of entry? There's be a lot more possessions if it was general knowledge.”
“I thought it was nine...” Harold looked to Jasfoup for confirmation.
“You weren't told because possession isn't your department.” Jasfoup stepped forward and gently lifted the novel from the imp's paws. “And yes, Harold, it is ten. Wheatley was an obnoxious misogynist who made no consideration of vaginas.”
Harold took the imp's paw. “You have to come with us, John. You can't stay here all night. I bet you haven't eaten for hours.”
“No but...” John looked around the library. “There are so many books here I haven't read.”
“Tell you what. You come home with us and you can read one book a day for the rest of your life.”
“I promise.” Harold paused. “Providing you've fulfilled all your other duties, of course.”