[ So she understands, but not entirely, which is where I guess I need to start explaining things. And between the two of us, maybe we can fill in some gaps. ]
You're telling me. [ Because again, if it was as simple as walking through a door, he would not have had to go through all the trouble of writing and rewriting and writing again to find a way out. ] But to answer your question, I never figured out that you saw me. [ It wasn't something that ever occurred to him as a possibility. Granted, he had other things on his mind, but that prospect never even entered his thoughts. ]
Jesse, then. I- Well, I guess I don't do formalities either. [ Not that he has any particular titles, not like she does. ] About that. How do I-
[ He stops there, because whatever answer he was expecting, he wasn't necessarily prepared for it. ]
Thirteen years. [ He isn't about to spiral, at least not in the way he had before, but his mind is back to racing with thoughts about all the implications of that. If this truly is real, and not something he wrote, then he's out, finally free of the Dark Place. But then, where is Alice? What has she been doing this whole time?
Of course, the bigger question remains: can he believe that this is true? How exactly he's supposed to determine that, even he doesn't know. All he's been focused on is finding a way out. He didn't think about what would happen if he actually got out.
And the bigger question beyond that is what to do about the Dark Presence, which is still very much a thing? ]
Maybe we shouldn't talk about things here. [ The agents are most likely listening, and the questions Alan has are ones he doesn't particularly want being overheard. ] What are the chances of them just letting me walk out of here? [ Something tells him those chances aren't very high. That's just his luck. ]
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You're telling me. [ Because again, if it was as simple as walking through a door, he would not have had to go through all the trouble of writing and rewriting and writing again to find a way out. ] But to answer your question, I never figured out that you saw me. [ It wasn't something that ever occurred to him as a possibility. Granted, he had other things on his mind, but that prospect never even entered his thoughts. ]
Jesse, then. I- Well, I guess I don't do formalities either. [ Not that he has any particular titles, not like she does. ] About that. How do I-
[ He stops there, because whatever answer he was expecting, he wasn't necessarily prepared for it. ]
Thirteen years. [ He isn't about to spiral, at least not in the way he had before, but his mind is back to racing with thoughts about all the implications of that. If this truly is real, and not something he wrote, then he's out, finally free of the Dark Place. But then, where is Alice? What has she been doing this whole time?
Of course, the bigger question remains: can he believe that this is true? How exactly he's supposed to determine that, even he doesn't know. All he's been focused on is finding a way out. He didn't think about what would happen if he actually got out.
And the bigger question beyond that is what to do about the Dark Presence, which is still very much a thing? ]
Maybe we shouldn't talk about things here. [ The agents are most likely listening, and the questions Alan has are ones he doesn't particularly want being overheard. ] What are the chances of them just letting me walk out of here? [ Something tells him those chances aren't very high. That's just his luck. ]