Well... you wrote this story, right? "Departure." Even if you don't remember it. You've already used the writing process. I guess now it's just the next step. [ Jesse pauses and then looks back up at him. ] It has to do a lot of different things. It's not going to be easy. I think. I'm not a writer... just, you know. Guessing.

[ She feels her cheeks flare red. That jarring fact that he's still married claws at the back of her mind. He should be focusing on saving his wife, regardless of the state of their marriage. Alice Wake should be the priority. How is this fair to Alice at all?

Then, she pauses in her mental thoughts.

« Does his wife care at all if he's moved on? Did she move on already and that's why they're getting a divorce? »

The thoughts come to a stop as soon as he kisses her. In fact, she stops all together. That familiar bolt runs through her. The piece of her she doesn't understand seems so loud then. Her eyes slip close and she presses her mouth to his. Her hand slides around to his shoulder and the other bunches into the shirt underneath his hoodie and tweed jacket. She presses against him. Almost as if she's trying to find the frequency they shared before at the coal mine. ]