[ Alan's head whips around to glare at Hartman, and his fingers curl against the gun to the point that they start to turn white. ]

Shut up, Hartman. Maybe you've been in town too long. And where did you come from, anyway? Why does anyone trust you? Did something tell you to get involved?

[ Suddenly, as if something is driving Alan to act, he moves to try and stand between Hartman and Jesse. It's not that he thinks Jesse needs protecting, but he wants Hartman to back off. ]

Like I said, you don't get to make demands.

[ He stands there still glaring at Hartman when something strange seems to happen before their eyes. Hartman's gun goes off, and Alan visibly flinches but he's launching himself at Hartman almost at the same time that Barry grabs Hartman's gun arm.

But before Alan can do anything more, a voice that sounds like Hartman but layered with something else... someone else, draws his attention and he freezes. He doesn't answer right away, and then, abruptly, he bends over, hands clasping at his head even with the gun that he still holds.

Get to work, boy! I said GET TO WORK.

A second later, the gun drops from Alan's hand with a clatter as he appears to fight something he can't see. ]

I- I don't need to get the pages back! She'll give them to me, I don't have to take them from her. Get out of my head!