She cringed inside knowing that it was too late, the wall of books next to the party began to slowly lean more and more, until a tidal wave of books proceeded to the East. Soon the cramped hallways of time were nothing but piles of scrolls and leather bound stories piling haphazardly in what sounded like a stampede.
Akasha stumbled towards the door coughing and sneezing through the near impenetrable cloud of dust the avalanche of books had caused. As her eyes began to burn and her mouth became dryer than a desert rock she felt the door with her groping hands. Frantically fumbling with the latch she hoped relief was waiting on the other side.
Blackbird McAllister was caught completely off guard by the tumbling stacks of books. He darted forward narrowly missing a cascading wave of pain - began to trip over Benziken - and made a frantic beeline for the door frame.