[ Things happen so quickly that Jesse misses seeing most of them as she tries to dart into the other room from the gunshot. Her head turns back, seeing Alan and Barry both rush Hatman. Barry makes contact and grabs the arm with the gun. Alan, however, is clutching his head and bending over. A part of her still screams to run away before anything worse can happen, but the other part pushes her to turn back. Face it all. Help fight.
That is the part that Polaris seems to agree with as well.
Jesse suddenly is behind Alan, throwing her arms around him from behind. Her face is pressed between his shoulder blades. Hands sprayed across his sides as she physically tries to pull him back. Her eyes are shut tightly, feeling as if she's suddenly in a tug-a-war with something she can't even see. Something that Polaris seems to know. Jesse can't really understand what is happening, but she feels almost like an energy in her palms. Energy--a resonance--leaving her and echoing throughout the writer. ]
Get off me! [ Hartman's voice dominates once more. The therapist whirls, punching Barry in the face. He shakes off the more sized man, raising his gun once more to Alan. ] I don't get to make demands? Maybe you can't see who is in control here, Alan, but it's certainly not you or the girl! Now, I'm not going to ask again. Let's just stop all this and work together! Take the pages that you've written and I'll help you write the rest.
[ Jesse's eyes widen, looking over her arm at Hartman. She presses herself closer to Alan as the energy in her hands seems to increase and decrease. Almost as if trying to find the right frequency to attune to. Jesse keeps trying to pull Alan back with her, eyes moving to Barry as he holds his face, then back up to Alan, then to Hartman again.
« Polaris, what do I do?! What can I do?! This isn't--this isn't like Ordinary! There's no slide projector to just TURN OFF. We can't even keep the power on to keep the lights going! What do we DO?! »
Despite the chaos around them? A gentle sound comes to Alan's ears. One that sounds like a gentle shift in momentum--if such a thing has a sound. Something around Jesse that finally makes the room seem to look a little brighter. It can be brighter still, if the Writer can remember the lessons the Diver gave him.
You should go into the light. You're only safe there.
There's no light in the room. Maybe there is light somewhere else that he can use. Somewhere inside him... ]
｟ Alan. ｠
[ That same gentle sound is far away, yet somehow, filling anything Alan could ever hear in that moment. A voice that should sound familiar as someone else in the room. Yet, gentler, more open, older, wiser. A sound that seems louder the more one can focus on light. One that is beating back the waves that lap around him and try to drown out anything but the story in his mind. ]
｟ Alan Wake. ｠
[ Hands placed on either side of his face, even if no one is truly there. A woman standing in front of him with red hair and green eyes he should know almost by heart now. A light shimmering in the eyes and the red hair that seems to glow somehow. They're not in Hartman's office now. A room with a desk facing the wall, two windows, an owl above, and a door open to a hallway that leads to another door. Stairs that descend down into the cabin.
A poet's cabin.
Darkness like waves outside the window.
The young woman he should know by now smiles at him. Breathing from a diving suit can be heard in the distance. ]
｟ The sound made the light louder, the light made the sound brighter. It's time now. ｠
[ The young woman's smile widens before she's suddenly at eye level with him. Floating in the air. She puts her forehead to him. The poet's cabin that should be filled with nothing but darkness suddenly seems to lighten. ]
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That is the part that Polaris seems to agree with as well.
Jesse suddenly is behind Alan, throwing her arms around him from behind. Her face is pressed between his shoulder blades. Hands sprayed across his sides as she physically tries to pull him back. Her eyes are shut tightly, feeling as if she's suddenly in a tug-a-war with something she can't even see. Something that Polaris seems to know. Jesse can't really understand what is happening, but she feels almost like an energy in her palms. Energy--a resonance--leaving her and echoing throughout the writer. ]
Get off me! [ Hartman's voice dominates once more. The therapist whirls, punching Barry in the face. He shakes off the more sized man, raising his gun once more to Alan. ] I don't get to make demands? Maybe you can't see who is in control here, Alan, but it's certainly not you or the girl! Now, I'm not going to ask again. Let's just stop all this and work together! Take the pages that you've written and I'll help you write the rest.
[ Jesse's eyes widen, looking over her arm at Hartman. She presses herself closer to Alan as the energy in her hands seems to increase and decrease. Almost as if trying to find the right frequency to attune to. Jesse keeps trying to pull Alan back with her, eyes moving to Barry as he holds his face, then back up to Alan, then to Hartman again.
« Polaris, what do I do?! What can I do?! This isn't--this isn't like Ordinary! There's no slide projector to just TURN OFF. We can't even keep the power on to keep the lights going! What do we DO?! »
Despite the chaos around them? A gentle sound comes to Alan's ears. One that sounds like a gentle shift in momentum--if such a thing has a sound. Something around Jesse that finally makes the room seem to look a little brighter. It can be brighter still, if the Writer can remember the lessons the Diver gave him.
You should go into the light. You're only safe there.
There's no light in the room. Maybe there is light somewhere else that he can use. Somewhere inside him... ]