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You
will
move
,
damn
it
!
But
where
…
On
Langdon
’
s
wrist
,
Mickey
Mouse
glowed
happily
as
if
enjoying
the
dark
:
9
:
33
P
.
M
.
Half
an
hour
until
Fire
.
Langdon
thought
it
felt
a
whole
hell
of
a
lot
later
.
His
mind
,
instead
of
coming
up
with
a
plan
for
escape
,
was
suddenly
demanding
an
explanation
.
Who
turned
off
the
power
?
Was
Rocher
expanding
his
search
?
Wouldn
’
t
Olivetti
have
warned
Rocher
that
I
’
m
in
here
!
Langdon
knew
at
this
point
it
made
no
difference
.
Opening
his
mouth
wide
and
tipping
back
his
head
,
Langdon
pulled
the
deepest
breaths
he
could
manage
.
Each
breath
burned
a
little
less
than
the
last
.
His
head
cleared
.
He
reeled
his
thoughts
in
and
forced
the
gears
into
motion
.
Glass
walls
,
he
told
himself
.
But
damn
thick
glass
.
He
wondered
if
any
of
the
books
in
here
were
stored
in
heavy
,
steel
,
fireproof
file
cabinets
.
Langdon
had
seen
them
from
time
to
time
in
other
archives
but
had
seen
none
here
.
Besides
,
finding
one
in
the
dark
could
prove
time
-
consuming
.
Not
that
he
could
lift
one
anyway
,
particularly
in
his
present
state
.
How
about
the
examination
table
?
Langdon
knew
this
vault
,
like
the
other
,
had
an
examination
table
in
the
center
of
the
stacks
.
So
what
?
He
knew
he
couldn
’
t
lift
it
.
Not
to
mention
,
even
if
he
could
drag
it
,
he
wouldn
’
t
get
it
far
.
The
stacks
were
closely
packed
,
the
aisles
between
them
far
too
narrow
.
The
aisles
are
too
narrow
…
Suddenly
,
Langdon
knew
.
With
a
burst
of
confidence
,
he
jumped
to
his
feet
far
too
fast
.
Swaying
in
the
fog
of
a
head
rush
,
he
reached
out
in
the
dark
for
support
.
His
hand
found
a
stack
.
Waiting
a
moment
,
he
forced
himself
to
conserve
.
He
would
need
all
of
his
strength
to
do
this
.
Positioning
himself
against
the
book
stack
like
a
football
player
against
a
training
sled
,
he
planted
his
feet
and
pushed
.
If
I
can
somehow
tip
the
shelf
.
But
it
barely
moved
.
He
realigned
and
pushed
again
.
His
feet
slipped
backward
on
the
floor
.
The
stack
creaked
but
did
not
move
.
