We talk of becoming immersed in a good book. It follows that we find ourselves in quite another location, unsure how we got there yet unwilling to leave. Still, there is more to the story. It is not unidirectional. As we read, emotional engagements are formed with characters that draw them off the page into our factitious world. This is grossly unfair. In the former we are repatriated, albeit reluctantly, by the mere act of closing the book. In the latter, human possessiveness is laid bare as characters become captives in order they minister to our deepest longings.