Eve's quick fix had turned out to be very distracting to say the least. She wasn't used to having to move in tandem with another person. So in the roughly fifteen minutes since she'd handcuffed herself to Moriarty they'd already bumped into each other several times. To add to the unintentional entanglement, there was something intoxicating about the way he smelled. It was a strange combination of ink on old pages, Earl Grey tea and something more modern that she couldn't quite place. However it had become impossible for her to forget that they weren't alone as Cassandra, the only LIT who didn't seem angry with Eve's sudden choice, had taken it upon herself to become a sort of comical hyperactive watchdog and direct the pair out of trouble.

"There's a huge table right in front of you!"

Eve slowed down just enough to keep Moriarty from running into her. "Cassandra, we're handcuffed together, not blind!"

"Sorry!" Cassandra apologized excitedly, and Eve found she couldn't truly be angry.

Finally, after a few more minutes of tricky maneuvering, accompanied by Cassandra's continued excitable coaching, Eve found herself seated on one of the tables with Moriarty slightly in front of her in a chair.

In what felt like the maneuver of a parent trying to keep his teenage daughter from making out with her boyfriend, Flynn had positioned himself only a few feet away from them in a rolling chair that he kept "covertly" moving closer. As soon as he was close enough that he practically had them both trapped in place he rested his head in his hands and looked Moriarty straight in the eyes. "Now would probably be a good time to tell us what you know about Prospero's plan."

If Flynn thought he looked even remotely intimidating, he was completely mistaken. There was something almost childish about the way he looked as he tried to lean in towards the other man.

From the way he caused Eve's hand to involuntarily jerk as he briefly tried to pull away from Flynn, it was obvious Moriarty wanted to escape. However, instead he looked the other man straight in the eyes and spoke. "I'm afraid I lost Prospero's trust too soon to discover his full plan, but he repeatedly bought up wanting to take the world back to a better time."

Flynn continued to glare at him for a moment before rolling away in his chair and sitting in the middle of the room contemplatively. "I don't know if that information is helpful or not." After a pause, he turned to Eve. "Eve, what's your idea of a better time?"

She had a response prepared, but she was sure it was neither the answer to what Prospero was trying to do or what most of the occupants of the annex wanted to hear so she was almost relieved when Cassandra butted in excitedly.

"Coffee!"

Flynn turned to look at the cheerful redhead with an even more confused look on his face. "Somehow I don't think he wants to turn the planet into a giant coffee shop. That's not really an infernal plan...unless of course he really likes Starbucks but finds it far too expensive."

"No Flynn, we need coffee. From that twenty-four hour place in Las Vegas that puts the sprinkles that look like fireworks in them...to help us think better."

"Ms. Cillian, I don't think the appearance of the sprinkles has any effect on how well the coffee will work." Jenkins gently scolded, even though he immediately began to fire up the door and had a genuine smile on his face.

It was true, there was absolutely nothing special about the coffee at this particular shop other than the sprinkles. It was a small place just off the strip that screamed of all the fake glamour that was Vegas while serving beverages that tasted like they could have came from any one of a million places across the world. However, Cassandra loved the way the glitter sprinkled across the top of the whipped cream on the drinks and after accidentally discovering it while playing with the back door she now bought the whole team drinks at least once a week.

A quick glance to her left showed Eve that even Moriarty, who had no knowledge of Cassandra's beloved ritual, seemed relaxed by the red haired librarian's infectiously happy state.

For a moment everything seemed almost normal until Cassandra threw open the annex door and stepped out for less than a minute before returning wide eyed. "Either the Strip has gotten a very strange makeover or I know Prospero's plan!"

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From the moment he'd laid eyes on Eve he'd known that he wanted to become someone better if only so that he could be deserving of following her to the ends of the earth. However, being literally handcuffed to her wasn't exactly what he had in mind. Together, their movements were messy and disjointed and it felt like it would have been much easier for Eve to simply uncuff him. However, instead they'd kept trying to sync their movements and by the time they both sat down he felt it had been regulated to an easy almost comfortable chaos. That was until Cassandra raced back into the annex wide eyed and Eve instinctively shot up out of her seat wanting to be by Cassandra's side and forgetting she wasn't alone in her movements.

For a moment pain radiated through his arm and he gritted his teeth as Eve fell back against the table with her own pained noise. Feeling guilty about not standing up fast enough to keep her from falling, Moriarty pushed aside his own discomfort in favor of distracting Eve from hers.

Gently he took her hand in his. "Shall we try that maneuver again Duchess?"

By the time they made their way over to Cassandra, she was already surrounded by the rest of the team, but holding hands had made it easier to move in sync with each other.

The second they were close enough to be part of the action Eve went almost comically into team mom mode. "What happened Cassandra?"

"It makes sense that because Prospero was created in Elizabethan England, that would be his better time." Cassandra was speaking so fast from excitement that it was almost hard to keep up with her, but Eve was trying her best to do so.

"Okay, go on." Eve prompted.

"Apparently Las Vegas is now Elizabethan London!" Cassandra finished excitedly.

"So is Prospero really against sin and vice? Otherwise there are much more effective places to turn into Elizabethan London. Like I don't know, actual London?!" Ezekiel retorted, turning to glare at Moriarty as if he assumed the fictional somehow had the answer to everything.

"Prospero said only that the entire world would know his greatness." Moriarty responded, trying to mentally answer the exact same questions everyone else was. There was nothing that Prospero could have possibly wanted out of Las Vegas. The glitzy neon glow of the Strip was superficial and cheap. There was nothing to be gained by reducing America's city of sin and vice to an Elizabethan version.

He was so caught up in his own musings that he had no idea what Eve was doing or saying next to him and only tuned back into the "real" world in time to hear her say "Jenkins, fire up the door to Belfast, Northern Ireland."

It took a minute for him to understand what point she was trying to make, but Jenkins was immediately on her wavelength and less than a minute later the caretaker opened up the door to the new city.

The layout of the buildings outside had subtle differences that hinted they were no longer in Las Vegas, but the style of them was identical. In his mind it would have been safe to say that Prospero's plan had been to turn the entire world into Elizabethan London, but the librarians apparently wanted slightly more proof.

After the door had been opened to Cape Town, South Africa and Vancouver, British Columbia, Flynn Carsen confirmed what he already knew. "Prospero turned the entire planet into Elizabethan London."

"But what could he possibly achieve by doing that to the entire planet?!" Ezekiel Jones huffed before turning to glare at Moriarty as if it was somehow his fault for not trying harder to stop a plan that he'd already wanted very little to do with.