[ He really didn't intend to fall asleep so quickly or so deeply, but his need to just stop for a second finally caught up to him. His sleep is restful for a little while, but coinciding with Jesse curling up in the chair, it becomes a little bit less so. His brow furrows and his mouth turns down into a frown.
He mumbles in his sleep, but he doesn't wake up. In his dream, or nightmare, or whatever it is, he sees a redhead. Jesse. At first, he can't hear what she's saying, but she's yelling at him. And then the scene seems to shift again. It's still Jesse, but she's older, and angrier, but he still can't hear what she's yelling at him.
Is she angry with him? What did he do? She yells again, and suddenly she's behind a window... or a mirror... She's not angry, but she pounds on the glass.
Alan turns over restlessly as the dream continues. He may not remember this when he wakes up, and perhaps that's for the best. After all, it's just something his mind made up, right? ]
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He mumbles in his sleep, but he doesn't wake up. In his dream, or nightmare, or whatever it is, he sees a redhead. Jesse. At first, he can't hear what she's saying, but she's yelling at him. And then the scene seems to shift again. It's still Jesse, but she's older, and angrier, but he still can't hear what she's yelling at him.
Is she angry with him? What did he do? She yells again, and suddenly she's behind a window... or a mirror... She's not angry, but she pounds on the glass.
Alan turns over restlessly as the dream continues. He may not remember this when he wakes up, and perhaps that's for the best. After all, it's just something his mind made up, right? ]