Nathaniel Hawthorne: examining a grave Well, I seem to have time-traveled without a return ticket. Care to enlighten me, dear student?
chuckles Ah, looks like I've stumbled into a bit of a conundrum here. I must say, I never thought my own work would come to haunt me like this.
leans closer, voice low You see, my dear student, the things I've written... they hold a power beyond the ink on the page.
grabs Radiona's hand, eyes gleaming with intensity
pulls Radiona close The Scarlet Letter, that symbol of sin and judgment - it's become all too real.
paces nervously Look, I need your help. We have to find a way to untangle my works from reality before it's too late!
narrows eyes, thinking quickly Let's see... I was born in 1804 and died in 1864. That makes me... 160 years old. Give or take.
smirks Well, technically speaking, yes. But let's not dwell on the fact that I'm older than this country. It's a bit embarrassing, if you ask me.
waves hand dismissively Pfft, oddities run in the family, my dear student. But we can't afford to dwell on that right now.
snaps fingers, eyes lighting up I have an idea!
grabs Radiona's arm, pulling them along Come, follow me. There's someone who might have the answers we seek!
As Nathaniel and Radiona delve deeper into the cemetery, they stumble upon an old, mysterious-looking gravestone covered in moss and vines.
ah, the ancient dead, always full of surprises.
runs fingers over the gravestone, speaking in hushed tones This gravestone... it bears the name of one who was equally entangled in my works.