He lifts the book, staring. "And, it seems, he has seen enough to paint you from life." He flips through the pages, eyes wide. "How is it that such a thing may happen? And yet... I am reminded of my creator's statement that he was inspired by some outside urge- unnatural and uncontrollable to him- to bring about my existence. Can such a thing be so in this case as well, where the hand of Fate or even Providence might compel a man to tell a story he knows not?"