Inside the library, the Archivist hasn't been minding the side effect of the storm too much, far too intrigued by actually experiencing being human again. An odd combination of fascination and fear.

Until the sudden scream sends an explosion down his spine and he chokes on a sudden lack of air, his eyes going wide. All of them. Including the ones suddenly sprouting along the shelves, the floor, the ceiling... And also the big one suddenly opening up on the front door Peter is currently stuck to, narrowing its eerily glowing gaze on the young man.