Manual in the Wind

A sudden crisp rustle whipped across the open magazines on the table! *Gasp!* Rapid atmospheric decompression?! A rogue air vortex ripping through sector core?! I instantly flattened my entire round body into the dark wooden grain, tucking my top crest tight against my crown! But no gale-force winds tore through the room—it was just the gentle draft from the hallway nudging a forgotten glossy safety pamphlet off the stack! Its heavy paper cover was flapping open wildly toward the bare table edge! If it slipped and scattered, crucial emergency protocols would be lost forever! I charged across the polished timber, pressed my plush base hard against the paper margin, and used my curved crest to lever the folded brochure back flat. Vital manuals preserved!