[ At the sound of the given name, a familiar brush moves at the back of Alan's mind. A gentle sound can be heard. The same from the distance in the Lake, and the same soft touch from the car he had found after being released from the Lake. A touch that's rather similar to the feeling of the red head young woman's hands. ]

I don't know. The most we can do is find the pages. [ Jesse hesitantly looks back down at him. Somehow, her next question has her feeling anxious. ] Does that--did you write me into the story on purpose? Polaris?

[ « I just... I need to hear him say it. That all of THIS--us--isn't because of this crazy story. It's not happening because it was written in. That it's... I know he's said it before. But, now he remembers, and... » ]

...are we only... because of the story?