[ The humming cuts off the moment Alan speaks. Tim half turns and offers a smile at his friend. Well, he considers Alan a friend anyways. Better to think him a friend than some weird double--right? Yeah. That sounds good. ]
Alan, hey. [ Tim stands up fully and looks over at the board. ] Oh, you know. Crazy but not crazier. In fact, it's ... organized? Organized crazy. Hey, is that a thing here? You just start putting the crazy in ordered boxes?
...something like that. [ He laughs at himself. ] Anyways, feel free to check it out.
Hey, by the way. How are you doing? Holding up okay? [ Alan doesn't look like a drowned ... nah, better to say he isn't soaking wet. Normal looking. Well, normal for Alan anyways. Put together? And, not asking who he is, so the memory must be doing well for him. ] It feels like the... residents? They're more agitated today. "Today."
[ He turns to the side so Alan can investigate all he'd like. He turns the dial OK the television a few more times and sighs. Nothing seems to work like it should here. Alan probably already knows about that, so no point in venting about it. Especially if Alan has been having it rough.
The whiteboard is more organized. Warlin Door's photo is still front and center, but subjects are fit together:
WARIN DOOR: - WHO? WHERE? MOTIVE? WHY ME? [NIGHT SPRINGS?] - Door went missing in 1988. Age? Has not aged? Longevity? Alien? Magic? Uncle Frank would have known more, but he is dead. Not his real name? Hidden meaning? - Is Door the gatekeeper? Or trying to get somewhere? Everywhere? - Door. Gate. Portal. Port. Opening. Access. Window.
FACTS: - Missing time - No memory--->UNTIL NOW! Have I always ended up here? Will I forget when I get out? [MASTER OF MANY WORLDS] - Abudtced? - ME, but not me - DREAMS: Aliens?>>Door UFOs?>>Polyhedron - REMEMBER, I was at the morgue about to give EVIDENCE to THE FBI - DOOR transported me here to this dream-reality. - WHY?
THE RED HEADED WOMAN - Others I know, yet are different? - Connected to Door? - I know her. Where do I know her from? - Her identity changes? - Connected to polyhedrons? She will come for me?
UFOS >> POLYHEDRONS - I see them in my dreams. - Geometry - Pure mathematical - Shapes contain energy - A vessel? A weapon? An object of great power? - Or are you crazy and dream of RPG dice? - [ SHAPES TO MAP AND CODIFY PARALLEL REALITIES? ALSO, DOUBLE TRIANGLES? ]
WHAT IS THIS PLACE? - A dream -- feels like it - Not real -- no place, every place, all places? Any place? - Now New York, not NYC - A way to other places? A nexus?
DREAMS OF DIFFERENT WORLDS? - Parallel universes? Multiverse? We are connected because of something that happened to us somewhere else. Shock waves echo across worlds? If I die will I wake up as another version of me? Is he killing versions of me?
[ Tim returns to humming the new tune and checking the back of the television. ]
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Alan, hey. [ Tim stands up fully and looks over at the board. ] Oh, you know. Crazy but not crazier. In fact, it's ... organized? Organized crazy. Hey, is that a thing here? You just start putting the crazy in ordered boxes?
...something like that. [ He laughs at himself. ] Anyways, feel free to check it out.
Hey, by the way. How are you doing? Holding up okay? [ Alan doesn't look like a drowned ... nah, better to say he isn't soaking wet. Normal looking. Well, normal for Alan anyways. Put together? And, not asking who he is, so the memory must be doing well for him. ] It feels like the... residents? They're more agitated today. "Today."
[ He turns to the side so Alan can investigate all he'd like. He turns the dial OK the television a few more times and sighs. Nothing seems to work like it should here. Alan probably already knows about that, so no point in venting about it. Especially if Alan has been having it rough.
The whiteboard is more organized. Warlin Door's photo is still front and center, but subjects are fit together:
[ Tim returns to humming the new tune and checking the back of the television. ]