[ She nods to the obvious fact that he's a writer. The paparazzi is par the course, and honestly? Jesse can't say she feels bad for the one who got a camera in the eye. She would of just run away, but, Alan may not have had that opportunity. He's a celebrity. ]

He's lucky he only got the camera. [ A shrug happens. ] I don't think I would be cut out for it. Being famous. I wouldn't want that many people around me or... trying to get in my life. Or even knowing I exist.

[ She glances back at him again. ] No. That's not what... I just... [ A sigh. ] Trusting people. Believing they believe me. It's hard. I don't do it anymore.

[ Jesse raises her eyes at the tug on her mind. Eyebrows crease. The sun is setting, but it feels like the rays are... hidden? Shrouded? The woods seem darker--as if the sunlight is being blocked from entering.

« This feels wrong. This isn't right. It's so... dark. Is this what it's been like outside? Why you told me to stay indoors? »

Polaris shimmers around her.

Jesse takes a small step back go be closer to Alan. Strength in numbers. Right? ]