[ Shade laughed, but it was a bit forced. That one had touched a nerve, after all. ]

Well, let's just say I got my powers through... a mystic accident. [ he leaned forward, slyly. ] If you ever invent a time-machine, I wouldn't recommend visiting Dickens and taking any offers to investigate the occult. Particularly if there is alcohol involved.

It ends rather poorly. Particularly when there are cults.