The woman was decidedly impressive. She had decided thoughts and was practical. He appreciated that more than most. Perhaps she was a product of his mind and not Alex's as he'd previously thought. He doubted Alex, with all her emotion and empathy could think up such a logical person; that is until he heard her name.

Elizabeth Bennet, 'Pride and Prejudice'. It seemed both the stranges perfectly natural for Alex to have some predisposition to the novel. Or maybe she'd just watched the movies or miniseries. God knew there were enough versions of the damn thing.

His brows drew slightly closer now that he'd learned her name, but she was helping him and he had promised not to intentionally get himself punched. Telling a fictional character that they were, as such, fictional, would probably go a long way to breaking that promise.

"Ah, Richard Strand." It wasn't often that Richard tripped over his own name, even slightly, but it also wasn't every day that one met a literary classic.