The screen was filled with a high-resolution image of a landscape painting: mountains, flowers, running water...the works. Joey's finger was hovering over the clicker to load the next one when Wayne moved in; he startled, sitting up out of his slouch and whipping his head up to stare.

What-what? I'm up! Trouble?

...Oh, wait. His shoulders sagged a little, breathing out. Right. Library. Just...looking for things.

He swallowed, shaking his head a little as he looked back at the screen, closing the window and loading up the ones with links upon links of searches. He wasn't very computer-savvy, so his searches ranged from overly-detailed sentences to vaguer-than-vague two-word queries.