[ A gentle sound, like chimes and a hum, seem to vibrate through the door the moment he touches it. Nothing intrusive. Just a sound that may actually seem louder the more Alan attempts to listen to it. ]
｟ You called us here. We're here. ｠
[ Suddenly, the sound of heavy breathing in a diver suit. A bright light from under the door. ]
｟ Alan. Step back. ｠
[ The door swings open. The bright light floods the attic room and drowns out every shadow. There, a mam in a diving suit floats, as if he is in water. ]
{ It isn't here now. I'm here because it was written. I brought the light to set you free. You must hurry. It will know I'm here. It will be back soon. }
[ "Thomas Zane" breathes heavily in the suit as he floats to the desk. ] { It stole the skin of my Barbara a long time ago. She looks so old. }
[ The Diver turns, a clawed suit hand raising to the door he entered in. No one else is in the hallway waiting. ] { Go. Listen to the sound of the star that is here because it was written. She will guide you. }
[ As if on queue, the sound that was on the other side of the door chimes in the room. A pattern of geometric light shimmers in what looks like the downstairs. Upon reaching the downstairs, the pattern seems to be outside. Then, down the small bridge that connects the cabin to the land. Finally, up the hill, surrounding the car that Alan had driven to get to the cabin.
As Alan reaches the car, the shimmer disappears but a hum can still be heard if his mind is clear enough. A gentle touch to his shoulders as if a familiar pair of hands are resting there. ]
｟ Around one constant they will revolve... find us. Alan, wake up. ｠
Alan, wake up!
[ Jesse's hands are on his shoulders as he comes to the waking world. Worry is clear in her eyes, hovering over him from being at his side. The room is filled with early morning light. They're not in the cabin, or in Bright Falls proper. They're in a room of a farmhouse that belongs to an old pair of local legends. ]
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｟ You called us here. We're here. ｠
[ Suddenly, the sound of heavy breathing in a diver suit. A bright light from under the door. ]
｟ Alan. Step back. ｠
[ The door swings open. The bright light floods the attic room and drowns out every shadow. There, a mam in a diving suit floats, as if he is in water. ]
{ It isn't here now. I'm here because it was written. I brought the light to set you free. You must hurry. It will know I'm here. It will be back soon. }
[ "Thomas Zane" breathes heavily in the suit as he floats to the desk. ] { It stole the skin of my Barbara a long time ago. She looks so old. }
[ The Diver turns, a clawed suit hand raising to the door he entered in. No one else is in the hallway waiting. ] { Go. Listen to the sound of the star that is here because it was written. She will guide you. }
[ As if on queue, the sound that was on the other side of the door chimes in the room. A pattern of geometric light shimmers in what looks like the downstairs. Upon reaching the downstairs, the pattern seems to be outside. Then, down the small bridge that connects the cabin to the land. Finally, up the hill, surrounding the car that Alan had driven to get to the cabin.
As Alan reaches the car, the shimmer disappears but a hum can still be heard if his mind is clear enough. A gentle touch to his shoulders as if a familiar pair of hands are resting there. ]
｟ Around one constant they will revolve... find us. Alan, wake up. ｠
Alan, wake up!
[ Jesse's hands are on his shoulders as he comes to the waking world. Worry is clear in her eyes, hovering over him from being at his side. The room is filled with early morning light. They're not in the cabin, or in Bright Falls proper. They're in a room of a farmhouse that belongs to an old pair of local legends. ]
Alan. Are you okay?