[ That's part of the issue Alan is already facing and having to confront, although he has no idea what he's going to do now. He only just came back, so he doesn't have to figure things out right this second, but he will need to sort out his affairs sooner or later. Where does Alan Wake fit into things? ]
I wish I could say that wasn't intentionally, but I don't even know that. [ What he does know seems scattered at best, and incredibly vague at worst. Or maybe it's just all incredibly vague. ]
I guess I have interrogations to look forward to. [ He sighs and leans back in the chair he's sitting in. Truthfully, in a way, Jesse and any interrogations she might carry out feel preferable to whatever the FBI agents are going to come at him with. Jesse knows things. The FBI agents know things too, but it's a different kind of knowing. And the subject matter is very different. One offers familiarity, in a way. The other.... well, it does't offer anything that Alan particularly wants. ]
See you in the morning, I guess. [ If he makes it that far.
Once Jesse's gone and the agents return, Alan steels himself for whatever Agent Anderson wants to try and pry from him. He answers as honestly as he can, even if his recollections are patchy and scattered, but he can tell she isn't really satisfied with his responses. Is it lying or simply obscuring the truth? Dodging the questions with carefully formed responses... Is it for the best?
It's a wild world out there, and he imagines that Agent Anderson has not really seen just how wild it can be.
Eventually, though, it grows darker, and while he does his best to not show signs of it, Alan feels tired. The agents certainly are. But they have the luxury of going to sleep and not having to worry about what creeps about in the darkness. Despite the things parents tell their kids, there are things that go bump in the night. There are things that reach out to grab and steal and pull away.
It's those things that Alan does not wish to see. But even he can't put off sleep forever. He thinks he might have managed it in the Dark Place, but things did not work the way they should in that hellish dimension. Here in what seems to be the real world, sleep is harder to dodge, and although it takes several hours, it finally manages to drag Alan down into some kind of restless slumber.
Eventually, however, he wakes from said slumber just as light begins to creep in through the cracks in the curtains, pulling him out of the sleep he reluctantly got. He doesn't remain where he is (he may or may not have fallen asleep in the chair) for long, as a familiar sort of nudge registers then. Already he associates it with Jesse, because he felt the same nudge when she was in the room the previous night. Perhaps he shouldn't trust it, but something tells him he should just follow the nudges and the weird kind of shimmer that apparently only he can see.
Wehn he steps out of the cabin and into the open air and the light, he blinks a few times until his eyes adjust. At least it looks safe enough, but appearances can be deceiving. But nothing's snatched at him yet or tried to kill him, so he considers that a win. ]
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I wish I could say that wasn't intentionally, but I don't even know that. [ What he does know seems scattered at best, and incredibly vague at worst. Or maybe it's just all incredibly vague. ]
I guess I have interrogations to look forward to. [ He sighs and leans back in the chair he's sitting in. Truthfully, in a way, Jesse and any interrogations she might carry out feel preferable to whatever the FBI agents are going to come at him with. Jesse knows things. The FBI agents know things too, but it's a different kind of knowing. And the subject matter is very different. One offers familiarity, in a way. The other.... well, it does't offer anything that Alan particularly wants. ]
See you in the morning, I guess. [ If he makes it that far.
Once Jesse's gone and the agents return, Alan steels himself for whatever Agent Anderson wants to try and pry from him. He answers as honestly as he can, even if his recollections are patchy and scattered, but he can tell she isn't really satisfied with his responses. Is it lying or simply obscuring the truth? Dodging the questions with carefully formed responses... Is it for the best?
It's a wild world out there, and he imagines that Agent Anderson has not really seen just how wild it can be.
Eventually, though, it grows darker, and while he does his best to not show signs of it, Alan feels tired. The agents certainly are. But they have the luxury of going to sleep and not having to worry about what creeps about in the darkness. Despite the things parents tell their kids, there are things that go bump in the night. There are things that reach out to grab and steal and pull away.
It's those things that Alan does not wish to see. But even he can't put off sleep forever. He thinks he might have managed it in the Dark Place, but things did not work the way they should in that hellish dimension. Here in what seems to be the real world, sleep is harder to dodge, and although it takes several hours, it finally manages to drag Alan down into some kind of restless slumber.
Eventually, however, he wakes from said slumber just as light begins to creep in through the cracks in the curtains, pulling him out of the sleep he reluctantly got. He doesn't remain where he is (he may or may not have fallen asleep in the chair) for long, as a familiar sort of nudge registers then. Already he associates it with Jesse, because he felt the same nudge when she was in the room the previous night. Perhaps he shouldn't trust it, but something tells him he should just follow the nudges and the weird kind of shimmer that apparently only he can see.
Wehn he steps out of the cabin and into the open air and the light, he blinks a few times until his eyes adjust. At least it looks safe enough, but appearances can be deceiving. But nothing's snatched at him yet or tried to kill him, so he considers that a win. ]