« He's... talking backwards. Or, am I? Mirrors... just like the records of the altered Mirror. Great. Just, peachy. »
Jesse's gaze moves back to him. She can feel the heat from his hands from the stretch of "glass" that separates them. It's a dream, they should be able to control it, but she's not capable of doing that outside the Motel. She doubts Alan can either.
« I guess all we can do is go with the flow. »
One hand raises from his and hovers for a moment. Then, she begins writing her name against the fogged part of the mirror between them. It looks backwards to her, but, it should look properly for him.
Jesse.
Her gaze once more goes to his and she waits for his reaction. He'll either know who she is, or, not. ]
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« He's... talking backwards. Or, am I? Mirrors... just like the records of the altered Mirror. Great. Just, peachy. »
Jesse's gaze moves back to him. She can feel the heat from his hands from the stretch of "glass" that separates them. It's a dream, they should be able to control it, but she's not capable of doing that outside the Motel. She doubts Alan can either.
« I guess all we can do is go with the flow. »
One hand raises from his and hovers for a moment. Then, she begins writing her name against the fogged part of the mirror between them. It looks backwards to her, but, it should look properly for him.
Jesse.
Her gaze once more goes to his and she waits for his reaction. He'll either know who she is, or, not. ]