[ WP ] You are immortal and have spent the last 1,500 years underground reading books . Curiosity gets the better of you and you decide to venture out after reading the latest book in your collection .

Fifteen hundred years is surely long enough. I've read every other series there is. Health books, cook books, I know how to make four hundred and seventeen cocktails. I've spent a couple of decades with a lyrics sheet and a collection of music to memorise more songs than I can even remember. Surely it is ready by now. Going underground in the early twenty first century seemed a good idea at the time. The wait was torturing me, I just had to do it. Being immortal, killing time is harder than it seems. 
 
 I kept roaming the streets, wondering if they even had the kind of shop I was looking for this far into the future. After hours of walking, I finally found it. I found a book shop, and it was open. I went straight to the counter. The moment that had been building up for a millennium and a half was here. I could barely think straight. I spoke to the girl working there. 
 
'Hi, I was wondering if you guys had The Winds of Winter in stock at all?' 
 
'Umm... Let me just look that up. Yeap! Just came in yesterday! I'll grab you a copy.' 
 
 My hands shook as I asked the girl for six copies of the book. She looked at me strangely. 
'You going away or something Mister?' She could n't help but smirk at my multi-book request. 
 
'Oh, I would n't say that. But I will be gone for some time, and thank you so much for your time.' 
 
 I realised that I forgot to bring up any money with me, and that my old currency probably would n't do anything anyway, so I bolted to the door and headed back to my bunker. I made it and cursed at myself for being so stupid. The feeling of guilt was eclipsed by the excitement at what I now held in my hand. Finally! I could see what happened. Finally, I could watch another season of the TV adaptation. 
 
 Feeling good, I decided to head back underground for another thousand or so years, and hoping beyond all hope that in time, I would be dreaming of Spring.
