You sound like you're speaking from experience. [ Maybe that's partly why he still believes she can help. He's just a writer from New York. He doesn't have experience with anything like this. ] I shouldn't ask, because you don't owe me answers, but-

[ Alan doesn't finish that sentence because he suddenly yawns and has to work to stifle it. Maybe he does actually need to stop and rest, even if it's the last thing he wants to do. ]

If it's money they want, I have it. Why go to all this trouble? [ He rubs his forehead in confusion and frustration. ] I don't understand any of this, but... I don't think this is a normal story. I don't know how or why, I just-

[ He lets out a long sigh. He really doesn't know much of anything, and that's becoming clearer to him by the second. With just a little reluctance, he drops down onto the couch, and takes the blanket from Jesse when she hands it over. At first he hesitates, but then he yawns again and that seems to be the answer.

He moves to lie down and pulls the blanket over him, intending to think more about the mess he's in and about the mystery of the pages and the kidnapper, but he only lasts a handful of minutes before he's just out. Maybe he needed the sleep more than he thought he did. ]