Sometimes, if the inspiration is there and you know exactly what you want. I don't know exactly what I want. I don't know exactly what I'm supposed to be doing. I thought I was supposed to save Alice, but Alice isn't even kidnapped, if I can believe what the not-kidnapper said.

But what if she really is in trouble? I can't just leave her wherever she is.

[ For just a second, Alan just looks lost. His marriage might be on the rocks, but that doesn't mean he's content to just stand by and let something terrible happen to Alice. ]

But that's helping, isn't it? Even if it's not in the way you thought, it's still something, and I'm sure he's grateful for it. I'm sure he's grateful that you're there at all. [ He tries to make his tone as reassuring-sounding as possible, because it's clear to him that it's what Jesse needs. Well, what she needs is for her Alan to come home. If he could reach out to his other self and give him a firm shake, he would. If he thought that it would do any good, anyway.

Whatever this other Alan is doing, it seems that it's put him out of Jesse's reach. ]

They can't be ending, not for good. This- this has to resolve itself. Alan- your Alan, he has to come home.

[ Who's the real Alan here? Are we both real? Our stories seem different... Our lives too. But maybe I can do something to help her. Can I help her because the me she knows can't right now? I do need to get back to the Jesse I know, but- How do I do that? How do I do anything? ]

I'm starting to think that for people like us, there's no such thing as a simple or easy life. There's always going to be complications.

[ Alan sighs and scrubs his face, hating all of this. Well, all of this, but not meeting this version of Jesse. ]

It's not my place to ask, but- do you ever still feel like leaving?