[ One footstep, followed by another, then another. Just until she's far enough in the room but not quite at the desk. There's a radio on one side and a television on the other. Something in her mind takes note, but her entire focus is on the man standing at one of the glass windows behind the desk. Even the owl that seems to focus on the man hasn't fully grasped her attention.
« It's him. »
Obviously, it's Alan Wake.
« It's really him. »
It's Alan. Not projected into dreams, or a story, or even only there because reality has been altered so he could be there. It's really him, there, standing in the same room as her. Not only that. He's....
It's Alan how he was when he reached out to her over the Hotline. The jacket's the same, the hoodie is there.
Her hand flexes slightly as she debates what to do next. Part of her wants to rush over and hug him from behind. The other feels rooted in spot as the sheer weight of the realization dawns on her. She had always wondered what it would be like to share the same space with him when he finally was finally out of the Dark Place. Now, they're in the same room, and now all she can do is stand there and stare.
« It's Alan. My Alan. »
Jesse inhales sharply before taking a few more steps.
｟ Alan. ｠
She quietly moves around the desk and raises her hand. Fingertips gently brush along the elbow patch on one of his arms.
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« It's him. »
Obviously, it's Alan Wake.
« It's really him. »
It's Alan. Not projected into dreams, or a story, or even only there because reality has been altered so he could be there. It's really him, there, standing in the same room as her. Not only that. He's....
It's Alan how he was when he reached out to her over the Hotline. The jacket's the same, the hoodie is there.
Her hand flexes slightly as she debates what to do next. Part of her wants to rush over and hug him from behind. The other feels rooted in spot as the sheer weight of the realization dawns on her. She had always wondered what it would be like to share the same space with him when he finally was finally out of the Dark Place. Now, they're in the same room, and now all she can do is stand there and stare.
« It's Alan. My Alan. »
Jesse inhales sharply before taking a few more steps.
｟ Alan. ｠
She quietly moves around the desk and raises her hand. Fingertips gently brush along the elbow patch on one of his arms.
｟ Alan. Alan Wake. ｠ ]