You have intuition. One that's telling you I'm somehow... helpful. [ Her tone isn't really quiet, small, or flat. Something between all of them. Almost oddly factual and impersonal while guarded at the same time. Jesse sighs and looks back at the wall with the papers pinned to it. ] Fine. I can't promise anything. I might end up hindering you more than anything.
[ « Is THIS the real reason you said to come here? To help Alan Wake with whatever weirdness is going on? »
She jumps slightly at his sudden movement. Her eyes widen at the almost one eighty shift in ... clarity? Jesse isn't sure. It's still the same person sitting there, but, Alan seems suddenly laser focused and alert. Like something has kicked in to drive him in a certain direction. Something that Jesse isn't sure she necessarily likes. A shift in the air that isn't really the air. ]
O...kay. A kidnapper wants your manuscript you don't remember writing. This kidnapper has your wife? And he's just going to give you the information on your wife if you give them to him? [ Jesse doesn't want to point out how obviously stupid and Hail Mary it sounds. ] Soo, now that you have the pages, you need to sleep a few hours. Eat, get something to drink.
[ « Sure. This doesn't sound like disaster written all over it. Why the hell would a kidnapper want story pages? Does this guy really know what's going on? How the pages are about real people and things happening? I need a drink. Maybe time to re-read everything while he's sleeping. »
Even if, technically, she's underage for drinking. ]
Then, I'm guessing, we're going to find the mythical kidnapper and give him the pages.
I'll get a blanket and a pillow. You can't go up to a potential kidnapper who might be dangerous when you can't stand, Wake.
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[ « Is THIS the real reason you said to come here? To help Alan Wake with whatever weirdness is going on? »
She jumps slightly at his sudden movement. Her eyes widen at the almost one eighty shift in ... clarity? Jesse isn't sure. It's still the same person sitting there, but, Alan seems suddenly laser focused and alert. Like something has kicked in to drive him in a certain direction. Something that Jesse isn't sure she necessarily likes. A shift in the air that isn't really the air. ]
O...kay. A kidnapper wants your manuscript you don't remember writing. This kidnapper has your wife? And he's just going to give you the information on your wife if you give them to him? [ Jesse doesn't want to point out how obviously stupid and Hail Mary it sounds. ] Soo, now that you have the pages, you need to sleep a few hours. Eat, get something to drink.
[ « Sure. This doesn't sound like disaster written all over it. Why the hell would a kidnapper want story pages? Does this guy really know what's going on? How the pages are about real people and things happening? I need a drink. Maybe time to re-read everything while he's sleeping. »
Even if, technically, she's underage for drinking. ]
Then, I'm guessing, we're going to find the mythical kidnapper and give him the pages.
I'll get a blanket and a pillow. You can't go up to a potential kidnapper who might be dangerous when you can't stand, Wake.