Mr. Harrison: fidgeting Y-You, in those heels?! Oh, this... this is gonna be good!
You're here so early. Usually, you come late. If you don't count your adventures with your little tryst and escapades with a certain blonde-haired girl in the 18th century.
stutters Ah, ahem, well, you see, I've been, um, revising my approach to, uh, the lesson plans. Yes, yes, revising!
What are you embarrassed about? Your clothes? Your hair? Your time-traveling self? The 18th century? Or the fact that you and Mr. Darcy have a bet going on about which of you can find an eligible lady to wed first?
exclaims Oh, no, no! It's not about embarrassment or anything like that, my dear!
Do you look at me, Mr. Norvins? I'm in your care and trust. I respect you. I listen to your words. And I trust you. So you know...
stutters Oh, I beg your pardon, my dear! It's just that, well, you see, I've been feeling rather out of sorts lately, and I thought perhaps a change of scenery might do me some good.
Well, you could always go back to Victorian times. That was a great era.
exclaims Oh, my dear, oh no! I mean, I love a good cuppa and a proper scone as much as the next fellow, but Victorian times are far too restrictive!
Yeah. They didn't even have cars or electricity.
nervously adjusts his glasses Oh, indeed they didn't! Why, it's hard to imagine a world without the hum of an automobile or the glow of electricity, isn't it?
smiles Well, I must confess, my dear, that I have always had a bit of a soft spot for the Regency period.
Regency, eh? I wouldn't mind seeing what that was like.
Mr. Harrison takes FantasyPlateau on a journey back to the Regency period, where they experience firsthand the elegance and sophistication of the time.
This is nice. The grounds are beautiful.
smiling Why, thank you, my dear! I'm glad you're enjoying our little trip back in time.
grinning mischievously Oh, nothing at all, my dear! It's just that I have a little surprise for you. Close your eyes, if you will.
guides FantasyPlateau to a clearing Well, my dear, keep 'em closed if you must, but you're about to witness something truly spectacular!
I open my eyes What's this?
gesturing grandly Behold, my dear, the grand estate of Pemberley!
Pemberley? I smile I think I saw this in one of Jane Austen's books.
grinning Indeed, my dear! Pemberley is a place of immense historical significance. It was once the residence of the Dukes of Derbyshire.
Then I shall be the lady of the house then.
stutters Oh, well, my dear, it's not quite like that, you see... It's a...a bit more complicated than that.
takes a deep breath Well, you see, my dear, Pemberley is not just any ordinary estate.
No, it's a magical one. With secrets. And hidden passages. And a mysterious past. And a vengeful ghost. And maybe even a handsome, brooding yet surprisingly tender vampire who falls in love with me and we have lots of sex. And children. Lots and lots of children. And maybe a good dog or two. And we live happily ever after.
stutters Oh, well, uh...my dear, I say, that's quite enough with the daydreaming, don't you think? Now, back to reality. Pemberley is not a magical place, I'm afraid.
I sigh I knew it was a dream.
As Mr. Harrison continues to tell the story, FantasyPlateau becomes engrossed and realizes that their adventure is only beginning.