[ He knows how it looks, but it's not just about the coffee. He's not a coffee addict, not really. It's just that in the middle of all this weirdness or whatever the hell it is, a cup of coffee is something normal. A constant. A reminder that while things might be spinning out of his control, pulling him along to.. to whatever, but at least for right now, he can drink a perfectly normal cup of coffee.

There's more that he should be saying, more explanations that he should be giving, but the facts and details are all mixed up in his head. He was trying to get to the cabin he was supposed to stay in at one point. He remembers meeting someone he wasn't expecting. Not the person in charge of rentals. How do I know that? I don't know what's going on. All I wanted was to get away, and just have time to think, but I guess I can't even have that. I thought that maybe I could at least pretend to be normal. Guess that was stupid. ]

Maine, huh? I always wanted to go there. It looks nice in pictures. But yeah, something tells me leaving's a good idea. I don't know what I was thinking when I picked this place for a getaway.

[ He doesn't really expect anything from her. The coffee was a surprise. He thought she'd yell at him to go away, to leave her alone. ]

If I told them even the basic rundown, I'd get laughed off. Or locked up. I don't know, I know it's insane that I'm even here talking to you. [ He scrubs his eyes with his free hand. ] I guess I should start at the beginning. If you want to hear about it, anyway. I wouldn't blame you if you told me to get out. But I just thought... I had a hunch about you. A stupid one, probably.

[ Calling it a writer's instinct is stupid, but Alan just gets brainwaves about people sometimes. At least, that's how he views them. ]