L was every bit as baffled as Reid; he had reached the same conclusion, that background work was likely, but had never heard any of the things that had come out of his mouth in his life. He didn't know who Diana was, or what had been written, or even that he had been talking to the man he had spoken to earlier in his journal. He did know that he hadn't been in full control of his mind and body just then. He had to assume that whatever he'd seemed to know was information that the Gypsy...and possibly management... had had access to.
He shook his head, trying to rationalize what had just happened. "I think it was her," he said, glancing at the Gypsy. "Nothing like this has ever happened before in my experience..." he wondered if it would sound crazy to say that his consciousness had felt detached, that he'd felt exactly like a puppet or ventriloquist's dummy.