"Do you have the book we are in?" asked Bennet.  "I'd like to see it, if I could."

Molly looked up.  "Sure.  One second," she said. A few minutes later she stopped typing, and pushed herself away from the desk.  "I'll get it for you."

Bennet returned to her seat and Molly came back, book in hand.  She stopped at the table and said, "This is Pride and Prejudice.  It's a book of fiction, but you may feel as if you're real, since so many people believe in you."

Molly opened the book, and all the words slid off the pages and landed on the table.  "That's what happens when the plot goes missing.  The words don't know where they belong.  They lose their sense order.  The plot holds everything together, you see.  Without it...well," she said, looking at the scattered words.

"Fiction?" said Darcy.  "What do you mean, fiction."

"You're a story, made from the imagination of author Jane Austen.  You never were real, except in her mind, of course."

Darcy stood up.  "I've had enough of this," he said, bowing to both women.  Then he turned and started toward the front doors.

"What happens if he leaves?" asked Bennet, leaning in toward Molly, watching Darcy  walk away.

"No idea.  No one has ever left before.  But I must admit, I'm curious to see what will happen when he sees what's out there.

"Perhaps I should try and stop him," snickered Bennet.

"Perhaps.  But he is pretty arrogant, don't you agree?"

"I agree in the strongest way possible," she said.  "Do I truly fall in love with him?"

"You do."

"I can't imagine it," she said, shaking her head.

"You teach him what's important and it changes him.  Because of you, he turns out to be a good man."

"Hmmm," said Bennet.  "It shouldn't be a woman's job to get a man to be a rational and kind human being."

"No it shouldn't be, but I fear that far too often, it is."

Darcy stood in the open doorway for quite some time.  After awhile he stepped back inside, and shut the door.  He returned to the table and sat down.

"Is that Hell?" he finally asked.

"Some people might thing so, but it's actually just Chicago," said Molly.

He nodded toward her.  "I would appreciate it very much if you would continue in your efforts to get me home."

"I will do my best," said Molly.

"I cannot ask for more than that," he said, gratefully.

"I can show you your story.  If you'd like to see it."

Darcy and Bennet glanced at each other, then down at the book.

"No, I mean I can show you a video.  Um, moving pictures."

They stared at her.

"Come with me," she said, heading toward the video section.  She took them to a small dark room and told them to sit down.  "This," she said, holding up the the Pride and Prejudice video, staring Keira Knightley and Matthew Macfadyen, "is fantastic.  It's your story, done beautifully by these gorgeous actors."

"Our story is in that box?" he asked.

"It's on this disc," she said, flashing it at him   "Now sit back, relax, and watch yourselves on the screen.  I'll start it, then go back to my desk and work on putting your book back together."

She pressed play and left the room, closing the door behind her.

Piglet tugged on her jeans.

"Ah, lost again, Piglet?" she said, picking him up, hugging him tightly.  "Seems as if there's trouble starting in the children's section."

She put piglet back on the shelf and got to work.  She thought she just about had the answer she was looking for, when she heard angry voices coming her way.  Bennet and Darcy walked up to her desk at the same time.

"I do not want to be in that terrible story," said Bennet.

"Her mother is a shrew," said Darcy.  "Out for whatever she can get.  Her father, is weak, and has no spine, of which to speak."

"Did you see the part about how much you loved each other?" asked Holly, hopefully.

"That part had to be the fiction you mentioned," said Bennet.

"I agree," said Darcy.  "There is no way...."

"But everything turned out fine in the end," said Holly.

"If you consider that to be one of the greatest love stories of all time, I pity you," said Bennet.  "Everything depended on positions of wealth and birth. Women forced into dependency, scrabbling to marry money, mothers forced to push their daughters toward horrible and ugly men, just to get them out of the house," said Bennet, obviously upset.  "Horrifying."

"Women hunting for men to take care of them for the rest of their lives.  Their families as well," added Darcy.

"My best friend having to marry that disgusting little preacher," she said, choking back a sob.

"We won't go back," said Darcy.  "We refuse to be in that dreadful book."

Holly leaned forward and put her head on her desk.  "I'm so tired," she said.

Just then the White Rabbit bumped into her arm.

"Oh, sorry," he said, staring at his watch.

"Alice was looking for you."

"Which way did she go?"

Holly pointed straight ahead.

"I have to find her," he said, twitching his nose.  "Everything in our book, after the tea party, has disappeared."

"Can you rewrite parts of the book?" asked Darcy, watching the rabbit run down the hallway.

"OF COURSE NOT," yelled Holly.  "Oh, sorry.  That was improper library volume."

"What will happen if we refuse to return?" asked Bennet.

"It's never been done.  If you don't return to the story, I imagine the book will simply disappear, and you along with it."

"What do you mean, disappear?" asked Darcy.

"I mean, the chance of you no longer existing, is what's going to happen.  Your only life, is in that book.  Your families, your estates, your entire world, will be gone forever, if you don't play your part.  Without you...there is no story.  If there is no story...there is no you.

"Who would steal our plot? asked Bennet.  "And why."