It had been a calculated risk, as far as Trunks was concerned. They both probably stood out already. "Anything we should be particularly worried about?" Also Trunks' way of making sure Will was okay. Keeping his own senses alert, but knowing his partner would likely sense things before he would.

That sense of menace did increase again, but nothing happened for several minutes. Trunks moved to take point, venturing further into the dimmer section of the Library and keeping Will close. Rounding a corner, and through an archway--and their perspectives shifted along with a sudden spike in that unease. The entire new 'room' they had found themselves in was filled with hallways that lead in other directions, but it resembled something from an M.C. Escher painting. Likely it was only the barest illogical-gravity that was keeping Trunks and Will anchored to their own position, as they were perpendicular to the 'floor' now, and stairs lead off in different directions.

Again, the architecture was simply off. More misshapen shelves, twisted and slightly warped and resembling steps themselves. The only consistency in the room of hallways now was 'up', as the ceiling remained that black-velvet darkness oriented above the pair's heads.