[ Alan feels more than he sees Jesse coming up behind him and throwing her arms around him. He's still bent over even as her hands spread across his sides and she takes hold of him. He feels something stirring, a sound... a noise. A source of energy? He isn't sure what it is, but it's not a violent feeling, not a feeling of being drowned out.
But that drowning feeling intensifies when he registers Hartman turning the gun on him once more, and the force of it almost sends Alan dropping to his knees. He would have fallen if not for Jesse's arms around him, but as it is, his knees waver as if they want to give out.
Alan's desperation rises as darkness seems to cloud the edges of his vision, and in a moment of panic, he tries to lean himself more into Jesse's hold, as if her touch will counter the darkness that's threatening to smother him. That is, until he hears something over the splashing waves. It's hard to explain it, but it's just a sound... a calming one, gentler than the darkness pulling at him. Is the room turning brighter? He can't tell.
Brighter. Turn the lights on. You're only safe there.
He remembers something, something about lights. But what is it?
It's dark here. The darkness is coming, I can hear the waves. The water. I'm- No, I have to remember... remember what? I don't remember.
But then Alan stiffens in Jesse's hold, and he hears something, something that isn't the waves or Hartman or Barry or-
Help me. Please.
He hears the sound then, and it sounds far away because of the distance, but it's filling up all of Alan's senses. It's all he can hear, and brightness is all he can see. But he can make the brightness brighter. How? He just knows it somehow.
He doesn't believe it until he feels hands on his face and sees a glint of red hair and bright green eyes that, yes, he knows just as well as he knows the back of his own hand. He might not recognize where they are or what it means, but he knows the woman, and he knows she's trying to help.
It's time... I don't know what I'm doing, but you know what you're doing and what I need to be doing, so... Here goes?
He closes his eyes for a moment, feeling a little silly, but he chooses to focus on letting the sound resonate through him, focusing on the faint breathing from the diving suit, focusing on the light and making it grow brighter.
Wake up. We wake up when the sun comes up. When the light comes back. The light has to come back. Wake up!
Suddenly, Alan's eyes snap open and a kind of glow seems to come from his gray eyes. Is the room bright because of the sound or because of something else? Because of him? He doesn't know; he barely understands how this works or what he's doing, but he's doing something.
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But that drowning feeling intensifies when he registers Hartman turning the gun on him once more, and the force of it almost sends Alan dropping to his knees. He would have fallen if not for Jesse's arms around him, but as it is, his knees waver as if they want to give out.
Alan's desperation rises as darkness seems to cloud the edges of his vision, and in a moment of panic, he tries to lean himself more into Jesse's hold, as if her touch will counter the darkness that's threatening to smother him. That is, until he hears something over the splashing waves. It's hard to explain it, but it's just a sound... a calming one, gentler than the darkness pulling at him. Is the room turning brighter? He can't tell.
Brighter. Turn the lights on. You're only safe there.
He remembers something, something about lights. But what is it?
It's dark here. The darkness is coming, I can hear the waves. The water. I'm- No, I have to remember... remember what? I don't remember.
But then Alan stiffens in Jesse's hold, and he hears something, something that isn't the waves or Hartman or Barry or-
Help me. Please.
He hears the sound then, and it sounds far away because of the distance, but it's filling up all of Alan's senses. It's all he can hear, and brightness is all he can see. But he can make the brightness brighter. How? He just knows it somehow.
He doesn't believe it until he feels hands on his face and sees a glint of red hair and bright green eyes that, yes, he knows just as well as he knows the back of his own hand. He might not recognize where they are or what it means, but he knows the woman, and he knows she's trying to help.
It's time... I don't know what I'm doing, but you know what you're doing and what I need to be doing, so... Here goes?
He closes his eyes for a moment, feeling a little silly, but he chooses to focus on letting the sound resonate through him, focusing on the faint breathing from the diving suit, focusing on the light and making it grow brighter.
Wake up. We wake up when the sun comes up. When the light comes back. The light has to come back. Wake up!
Suddenly, Alan's eyes snap open and a kind of glow seems to come from his gray eyes. Is the room bright because of the sound or because of something else? Because of him? He doesn't know; he barely understands how this works or what he's doing, but he's doing something.
But is it enough? ]