Libraries had become his refuge ever since Mom had died. It was like his father barely noticed when he didn’t come home anymore. Indy knew his dad was hurting too, that he missed Mom but it didn’t seem like it sometimes. That’s when he realized how much comfort libraries offered.

Indy could surround himself in silence, in the accumulated knowledge of those who came before him. He enjoyed those books, devouring tomes on history. Ancient Rome fascinated him like no other. Was King Arthur actually real? He could picture walking along Hadrian’s Wall or Offa’s Dyke. At the times his father asked what he had done with his day, Indy could tell him about the interesting new book he’d found to read. Dad approved and Indy could picture himself in ten years, studying further. He’d have adventures and discoveries of his own. He could hardly wait.

But libraries offered even more than the promise of adventures to come. Indy could explore other places. The smoky London of Sherlock Holmes or Doctor Jekyll; go through a wardrobe to Narnia; under the sea with Captain Nemo. There were so many places to poke his nose into. Curled up in a chair in a quiet corner of the library, Indy prepared to join Gandalf, Frodo and Samwise. It was time to go on a quest, the first of many. Of that, Indy had no doubt.