It's real. You can't deny what's real and right in front of you. [ Jesse says it as if she's defending why she believes it. She's collected pages from it per Polaris's instructions. What happens on them really happens. ] Maybe there's a reason you don't remember. Maybe you had to forget. We might be able to help you remember somehow.

[ Then, Jesse's gaze focuses. ] You can do it, Alan. If you can write this story and all the Alex Casey stories? You can change the ending.

[ He pulls her closer, and Jesse responds. She presses against him entirely. Hips meet again and this time she shivers in his arms. She rocks against him, trying to find that shared frequency they were on before. It is namely on her, and she is more than aware of it. She's the one with the walls, paranoia, mistrust...

Jesse tilts her head upwards ever so slightly. Then, something clicks. Some movement reminiscent of their first kiss ripples through her. She synches with him. Practically melts against him. She moves to deepen the kiss. ]