She's me, right? We're going to think the same things. Say them if... we think it's worth saying. [ Her eyes close for a moment. ] You--neither of you--really know what it's like. You shouldn't. No one else should have to go through what we did. She'll do anything to make sure you don't feel the way she did. That I do.
[ Her chin rests on her knees as her posture relaxes somewhat while talking to him. It really would be easier if she could be jealous of herself. Instead, that feeling of longing just builds inside her. Polaris shifts around her to try and be of some comfort, but, it does very little to help. ]
"Most of the time"? [ The faintest hint of teasing is in her own voice. Something that should be familiar to the Alan on the phone.
Jesse glances to the side before biting on her lip. ] When... when you get back to her. From, wherever you are, are you--
[ Click.
Jesse sits there as the familiar sound of a line being cut echoes through the handheld of the phone. Her mind doesn't even think of the possibility that Alan purposely cut the line. Why would he? Nothing in their conversation would imply it. Something else interfered. Maybe the distance of the call, maybe because she's not his Jesse.
Maybe because she has yet to become the receiver her future self is. Not that she would know that.
All that her mind focuses on is the near consuming loneliness that settles in on her instantly. The remembering of where she is, why she's there, and the fact the man on the phone is realities away most likely. She wasn't even the one he meant to call. ]
--Alan?
[ There's no response.
She slowly pulls the phone away from her ear and stares down at it. A fresh wave of tears roll down her cheeks before she reaches up and sets the phone back where it belongs. She blinks a few times, brushing off her cheeks with the palms of her hands. A whimper finally makes its way out before she forces the emotions back inside. Deep where no one can see them.
Then, Jesse curls back up and closes her eyes. Forehead rests on her arms. At least a few hours of sleep well help while the Alan Wake she knows is waiting for the kidnapper.
Somewhere else, a very dark place, Polaris brushes the mind of the Writer. A reassuring gesture. The younger Faden will be alright in the end.
The day stretches on. The time the kidnapper had said to meet comes, goes, then passes along into the early hours of the evening.
A no show.
Jesse is startled awake by a large crash. Something falling and hitting another thing. She immediately stands up from the hiding place she had taken in the desk and looks around. The car they used to get here is still there, but there's no sign of anyone else. She frowns, brushing at her face again one more time before making her way out of the museum portion of the mine. Green eyes move up towards the second floor where Alan had disappeared that morning.
The door opens and Alan steps out with the backpack she had given him that has the manuscript pages.
There's no sign of the kidnapper.
Her head tilts slightly as she waits by the car for him. ]
no subject
[ Her chin rests on her knees as her posture relaxes somewhat while talking to him. It really would be easier if she could be jealous of herself. Instead, that feeling of longing just builds inside her. Polaris shifts around her to try and be of some comfort, but, it does very little to help. ]
"Most of the time"? [ The faintest hint of teasing is in her own voice. Something that should be familiar to the Alan on the phone.
Jesse glances to the side before biting on her lip. ] When... when you get back to her. From, wherever you are, are you--
[ Click.
Jesse sits there as the familiar sound of a line being cut echoes through the handheld of the phone. Her mind doesn't even think of the possibility that Alan purposely cut the line. Why would he? Nothing in their conversation would imply it. Something else interfered. Maybe the distance of the call, maybe because she's not his Jesse.
Maybe because she has yet to become the receiver her future self is. Not that she would know that.
All that her mind focuses on is the near consuming loneliness that settles in on her instantly. The remembering of where she is, why she's there, and the fact the man on the phone is realities away most likely. She wasn't even the one he meant to call. ]
--Alan?
[ There's no response.
She slowly pulls the phone away from her ear and stares down at it. A fresh wave of tears roll down her cheeks before she reaches up and sets the phone back where it belongs. She blinks a few times, brushing off her cheeks with the palms of her hands. A whimper finally makes its way out before she forces the emotions back inside. Deep where no one can see them.
Then, Jesse curls back up and closes her eyes. Forehead rests on her arms. At least a few hours of sleep well help while the Alan Wake she knows is waiting for the kidnapper.
Somewhere else, a very dark place, Polaris brushes the mind of the Writer. A reassuring gesture. The younger Faden will be alright in the end.
The day stretches on. The time the kidnapper had said to meet comes, goes, then passes along into the early hours of the evening.
A no show.
Jesse is startled awake by a large crash. Something falling and hitting another thing. She immediately stands up from the hiding place she had taken in the desk and looks around. The car they used to get here is still there, but there's no sign of anyone else. She frowns, brushing at her face again one more time before making her way out of the museum portion of the mine. Green eyes move up towards the second floor where Alan had disappeared that morning.
The door opens and Alan steps out with the backpack she had given him that has the manuscript pages.
There's no sign of the kidnapper.
Her head tilts slightly as she waits by the car for him. ]