Moriarty just snickered as Casey threatened him. It wouldn't be out of the question to assume that Moriarty didn't care at all about love or whether he had ruined Casey's chances with Alistair. He just chuckled and took his place next to Mr Spring.<br/>'My tale begins back in the early 1800's during Englands glorious Victorian era.' Mr Spring began, 'An era which has been described as an era of prosperity and advancement for technology. I wholeheartedly agree for I was there during it.' He spoke, enjoying the look of confusion that appeared on their faces. Alistair seemed to be the only one who didn't react, he just kept staring at the figure, listening with interest to his every word.<br/>'It was during this time that our existence began. I suppose for most of you this has a bit of a double meaning as your characters were written during this period aside from Miss Valentine here' Mr Spring informed whilst pulling out a silver cigarette case from his cloak. He offered the cigarettes to the kids for a moment, but when he realised they weren't interested he simply pulled out a cigarette for himself and set to work on lighting it.<br/>'You see children. There is a rule that used to be in place back in that era. It was sort of a law of the universe if you will.' He spoke before grinning as his cigarette finally managed to light, 'The rule was; that no real person can become fictional.'<br/>'What do you mean by that?' Lulu asked whilst scratching her head.<br/>'What I mean my dear is that a real person with flesh and blood and skin and bones cannot be believed to be a work of fiction.' Mr Spring answered before taking a quick drag of the cigarette and blowing a small ring of smoke from his dry cracked lips, 'Every living thing has an existence. Fictional people do not. They are merely imagined to have some sort of existence.'