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oceanview (different path) || ❝ turn the page i need to see something new. ❞
You were there by my side on the frontline
When I thought that I fought without a cause
You gave me a reason to try
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...
then what should i
[ She doesn't bother to finish the thought and hits send before she can even really think. One trembling hand leaves the phone long enough to brush at her eyes with the tears that still roll down her face. ]
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Wait just a second.
[ He grabs two blank pieces of paper and scribbles down a series of directions and locations written in the form of a manuscript page from the story. When he's satisfied with what he's written, he picks up the pages, takes a deep breath, and shoves the pages beneath the door to the other side.
If this works, anything with a slot and an opening in it on Jesse's side should suddenly have two pieces of paper spitting themselves out of said slot. If it doesn't, well, it was worth a try, and it'll be back to the drawing board for Alan. ]
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She nearly messages him again to make sure he hasn't disappeared again. Just to make sure that the connection hasn't cut and she is waiting for him once more. In fact, she has his name typed out as a message, but she hesitates in sending it. He's asked her to wait. She needs to show some trust in him after all this time.
A shuffle.
Jesse turns, looking over her shoulder at the sound that fills the empty town park. It's Arizona, meaning the night has become even colder. She sits up on the bench, one hand clutching the phone and the other holding onto the backpack she has kept since Bright Falls. Her eyes scan around her until she sees a familiar glowing piece of paper on the ground.
There is no hesitation as she leaps from the park bench and runs over to the two pages on the ground. She snatches them up from the old blue mailbox that has been situated on the street and looks them over. ][ Jesse doesn't stop to think about the implications of what's happened around her at the moment. If something has happened to this town like Bright Falls? It would explain why no one has been around. Why no police have forced her out of the public property at night. Why there's suddenly an oil rig so close to the Motel that should be more on the outskirts of town.
Why the night seems darker than it should.
She doesn't bother to consider any of it.
Jesse follows the instructions to the letter. She turns where she should, walks onto the old Motel grounds to the front office. The keys are there just as the manuscript said. Not that any of that is a surprise for Jesse. Last time things had happened just as the manuscript pages had said. The pages that disappeared when the daylight came and Alan never came back from Cauldron Lake.
She puts the keys in the door. It's then she realizes how badly she's shaking. It takes two attempts to get the key in the door handle. The door finally unlocks and she slips inside. Closes the door behind her.
Flips the light on.
She moves into the room and takes her backpack off. It rests on the bed. She then pulls out the manuscript pages and places them in the back like she had two years ago. The only difference is now she lifts a hardcopy of The Sudden Stop from her bag. Fingers brush over the cover of a book she has actually never read. Only opened it to the front page to see Alan's name underneath the title.
The door handle turns.
Jesse slides the book back inside. She half-turns to look at the door. One hand lifts to slowly pull her hood of her hoodie down. Her hair is a mess and hardly kept, clothes dusty from the desert, and the obvious tear streaks on her face. None of that registers in her mind as she waits for the door to open. ]
pretend that's an AN icon
[ Alan announces those words to the relative silence around him; he needs to talk to someone while he waits, or he's going to absolutely drive himself nutty. Well, nuttier. The pages disappear as he expected them to, and he hopes... prays they find their way to Jesse. If they don't, well, they might as well lie discarded in a gutter somewhere. That's how useful they are to anyone who isn't her.
He wonders what part of the page she's on, if she's reading them at all. Of course, he can't know, and he can't really venture an accurate guess, but he hopes he gets the timing right somehow anyway. If she finds the pages and follows the steps, her path will lead her to the Motel. And if she finds the motel, then she needs to find him there waiting for her.
But as luck would have it, she gets there first. She makes her way into the room before Alan can even step into the motel lobby. But honestly, he didn't expect this to work at all. He didn't think she'd be able to use what he wrote on the pages to get into the motel. Hell, he didn't think the pages would even reach her. But as he steps into the motel, he sees that the keys are gone from their spot on the desk.
He holds his breath as he walks up to the designated room and places his hand on the door's handle. It turns when he applies just the barest amount of pressure to it, and he pushes the door open. He doesn't walk into the room, choosing to just stand there in the doorway for a moment. He'll know in an instant if she's really in there or not, or if all of this was for nothing. Maybe the key wasn't picked up by her. Maybe it just disappeared, and the door's open because it's just unlocked to screw with him.
Stranger things have happened. ]
;_; if only AN had better moments to icon /blasts just driving from aw2
The air catches in her throat.
Jesse hopes to see the man that left her behind in the Well-Lit Room. Gun, flashlight, tweed jacket with elbow patches, worn jeans. The man in the threshold is the same man but dressed differently. White shirt, black and white flannel, blue jeans. Flashlight and gun in hand.
Alan Wake.
Whatever tension had been in her frame melts away at seeing him. The air remains in her throat, but her eyes widen. A few stray tears manage to escape from the corners of her eyes. Tears she was never able to let out or show two years ago when he made the decision to leave them all and go into the night. Emotions that felt trapped inside even once she was released from the Sheriff's Office and held the last copy of The Sudden Stop in her hands before leaving Bright Falls.
Now, everything wants to come out in one burst.
She can't let it.
What she does let happen is the backpack slips off the bed. It hits the floor with a thick sound that echoes in the room. Her feet are moving before she even realizes it, quickly moving to the door way that he stands in. Her shaking hands raise to touch him and yet stop short of resting the fingertips on any of the fabric he wears. She looks down at the floor and slowly makes her way up, green eyes piercing and taking in every detail to make sure it's truly him.
That it's really Alan Wake.
The glow that seemed to be so prevalent in an older version of her is still missing from her. But, she is older now than when they met in Bright Falls. She looks wilder with her appearance. Yet, those walls that he had seen so firmly in her older self are present in her now. Not as strong or reinforced, but there when at one point they weren't. The difference is that she wants hers to come down. She wants to let him in as she had before...
But, what if it is really Alan Wake? ]
...Alan?
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He hears her voice and he freezes in place for just a moment. It's her. It's really her, and his desperate play to find a way for them to see each other actually worked. Or did it not work at all and this is merely a dream? Or... could it be a dream in which they found each other in their minds? That's a weird thought but no weirder than anything else around him.
If it's a dream or if it's real, it doesn't actually matter. He can see her and she can see him, and that's been the goal all along. He notes the tears that leak from her eyes and he feels a stab of guilt knowing that he's responsible. It's his fault that she's upset; he left her behind and he didn't give her a choice in the matter. There was no way that she could follow him, not where he was going, but he knew when he did it that it hurt her.
It hurt him too, but he imagines it was way worse for her.
The backpack slips off the bed and hits the floor with a thud. He hears her feet shuffling along the floor as she moves over to the doorway, and he sees her hands lift as if she wants to touch him. She pauses before making contact with him, and he stills, not even daring to breathe.
She looks different somehow, as if years have passed. Have years passed? He's not even sure how long it's been. Maybe he'll ask her if the opportunity presents itself. ]
Hi, Jesse. It's- it's been awhile. Not really sure how long. [ He slowly lifts his arm and reaches out to touch her forearm, bridging the brief distance between them. ]
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Alan's home.
Her hands immediately move to his chest. They bunch into his shirt. Her leg kicks out around him, closing the door to the outside. He mentioned he was still fighting Taken, right? That means they could see where he's at if they leave the door open. Maybe they'll be less enticed if all they can see is a light on and a closed door.
They can't stand the light.
The door clicks shut behind them.
Then, Jesse lowers her head. Her forehead rests on his chest. Hands untangle from his shirt and wrap around him tightly. The fabric of the flannel and white shirt (tank top?) is thinner than the tweed jacket and hoodie he had on last time she saw him. The smell of the ocean strikes her as well. Almost as if he had been diving in the Lake.
Is that what he did? Did he dive into the Lake?
Her eyes close tightly. She simply sags against him. He's home. She's home with him here. Even if Polaris has gone away and may never come back? Alan's home.
The breath she had been holding finally loosens as her shoulder drop. Tears gather in her eyes but she doesn't let them fall. ]
Two years. [ Her hands bunch into the flannel shirt at his back as she answers. It's 2012. Alan disappeared then roughly a year later, Polaris disappeared too. She's been on her own since.
Not anymore. He's found her again. ] Maybe a little more. It's summer.
[ Meaning that within just a few months, it would be September. Deerfest. Three years. ]
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Jesse filled that space inside him. She made him feel complete, as he does now. The sound of the closing door causes him to look over his shoulder briefly, but then his gaze is immediately back on hers. ]
Two years, huh? I don't really know how to explain it but somehow... it feels like it's been longer than that, but shorter too at the same time. I know, that doesn't make any sense at all. How can time be both sped up and slowed down all at once? It can't, I get that. Maybe the human brain can't process how time works here, or maybe that's just my brain. All I know is, things move differently around here.
Summertime, though. Is it nice wherever you are? I wouldn't think you'd stick around Bright Falls... or did you? And, uh, speaking of Bright Falls, I'm really sorry that I had to leave you there. I know that doesn't mean anything and you're probably really angry with me. I deserve that. I deserve you being angry with me.
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No one else had done that.
Her gaze drops from his as she listens. Face hides in his chest as he speaks. He hadn't stayed in their reality then. Cauldron Lake acted like the slide projector--a doorway somewhere else. A doorway he walked in (or rather dove into) and never came back. Except now. He's home now.
Isn't he?
Certain words he says tells her the truth and she denies it. He has to be home now. It can't just be a one time thing. A moment slipped in and out and he's gone when she opens her eyes. Her hands curl to the point her fingers press into his back. Knuckles turn white. No, he can't disappear now that they've found each other. ]
I'm here, in Arizona. [ Jesse's tone is soft. Whispered. ] With you.
[ Her forehead presses into his chest more. ] I couldn't stay in Bright Falls. I had to go.
[ Frank Breaker insisted. She couldn't be there when the government showed up. She argued she had to stay. If it was the same people who had her brother? She had to. If Alan had left her, disappeared like everyone else, then all she had was Dylan. Polaris. She had to get to him and maybe this was the only way. Frank Breaker insisted they couldn't be given the opportunity to get her. He never elaborated other than the fact he "had worked for them before and knew what they were like."
Her eyes close and tears threaten to fall again. ] I wasn't angry. I'm not angry.
[ Shocked to the point she was numb. All she could do was stand there and stare before her legs gave out and she slid down one of the pillars in the room. Then, it hurt. It hurt deeper than she expected. Heart--no, no. She won't even think that word.
Alan probably already knows what it the word would be even without her saying it. ]
It doesn't matter now. [ Jesse leans against him. They can pick up where they left off. He had always wanted to grab coffee and talk. They can do that now. ] We'll finish whatever is happening here. Finish what you're writing. Then, we'll pick somewhere to go and just... go.
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She couldn't follow him into the lake, as much as he wished he didn't have to leave her behind... as much as he wished he didn't have to go forward alone.
They're together now, but something is telling him that this isn't the same as coming home. It's a way for them to talk, to see each other, but he's not in their reality. Well, he's not 100% sure on that. Night Springs was brought to Arizona, but which Arizona is this? The way the Dark Place works is slippery and hard to pin down and be quantified. This could be the Arizona in their reality, or it could be a reflection of Arizona drawn from his memories. Even Alan isn't sure which is which. ]
Yeah. You're here, and I'm glad you are. I don't blame you for leaving Bright Falls; why would you want to stay after all that? After everything that happened, and then... well, you know. Except... Wasn't that one of your leads? Polaris brought you there for a reason, and it was a reason besides running into me.
[ He doesn't want to ask, but he's afraid nothing ever came of that lead. That's probably his fault. ]
If you were angry, I'd understand.
[ He nods, slowly. ] I'm doing what I can to finish it. To write it. I don't know how close I am to finishing anything, but I'm trying. I really am trying.
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« ... will I need to wait ten years for Alan to come home? WHY? What's so wrong that he can't come back? He's been fighting for two years, hasn't he? That's not enough?!
... I wish you'd answer me. Tell me why all of this is happening. What did I do wrong? Why did you go away too? »
Jesse practically falls against him. Her knees give out and she keeps her face pressed into his chest. Everyone's gone. Dylan. Alan. Polaris. When whatever this is ends? She'll be alone again in Arizona, drifting from whatever park bench to park bench she can find. ]
They wouldn't let me stay. [ Her voice is almost too quiet, trying desperately to keep it all together. Keep the walls up and things out. Protected. ] The Breakers. They made me leave. The Sheriff's dad--he, he worked with the people that took Dylan. He retired, I guess, but he wouldn't let me stay. He said they couldn't have the chance to take me in.
[ Frank Breaker knew that the Bureau was looking for someone named "Prime Candiate 7." He knew the moment he looked at Jesse it was her. Maybe he could sense Polaris, or maybe he recognized the look on the face of the young woman as someone who had seen too many outside realities bleeding into theirs. He gave her a few hundred dollars, arranged a bus ticket, and insisted she be on her way. He made it clear she couldn't come back to Bright Falls.
Jesse closes her eyes as she feels her shoulders fall. She already knows she's screwed up inside. Broken. She does feel crazy. They all say Ordinary happened. Now they all insist Alan's dead. What else could someone be after missing for two years? ]
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It was for the best that you left, right? I mean, I know it wasn't ideal, but what if you stayed and they hauled you in? I don't know, but I don't think that would have been better.
But looking back on it, even if it would have gotten you stuck here too, maybe you could have come with me... or maybe you could have at least gone with me a little ways and then turned back. [ If she actually turned back. ]
I'm sorry that I put you through that. I'm sorry that I'm still putting you through this.
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No, she wouldn't have turned back. She would have gone all the way. Tried to find a way to pull him from the Lake after his wife (ex-wife?) was free.
Jesse shifts slightly, then raises her eyes to look up at him. Green locks onto gray. She has always said more with her eyes and her body language. The longing for him to be home and be with him again is clear as daylight. The loneliness she still has locked inside. He doesn't need to know. It would only make him feel worse.
« If... if he's not really here, and just projecting out or whatever... is this really Alan? Does he remember everything? Does--does he still.... it's been two years. Maybe not. » ]
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Even if you're not in Bright Falls when I do, I'll find you somehow. Maybe. Hopefully. No, not hopefully. I'll do it.
[ And he hopes she doesn't take that in a creepy, possessive way, because that's not what he means. ]
Maybe both of us just need to come back to Bright Falls, even if it takes us a little while to get there. That's just where we'll meet up.
[ It's too optimistic, too hopeful, but part of Alan's already latched onto the idea. ]
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He has to come home. ]
Tell me when. I'll be there. [ Her answer is immediate. No hesitation. Her voice may tremble with emotion and he has to hold her up. ] Just--don't forget me. Okay?
[ Don't forget I'm waiting.
Jesse isn't even sure why she said it or suddenly feels it. Nothing Alan has ever said would suggest it. He's sworn the opposite time and time again. He was even looking for her by sending that picture out to her phone.
She tries to raise her head to look stronger than she feels. ]
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[ He doesn't mind holding her up. In fact, he's glad to do it. He wants to touch her, to feel her, as if something is telling him to remember this, because he might not have the chance to feel another person- to feel her in his arms for a long time. Maybe that something is just a feeling, or maybe it's an echo in his mind telling him not to let this moment pass. There might be a time down the road that he'll miss the feel of another living person, and so this moment is more important than most. ]
I won't. I won't forget you. Hey, I know.
[ He has a piece of paper on him, partially written on but with enough space remaining for something, and he knows what that something is. Maybe it's by luck or maybe it's soemthing else a little more fanciful but no less real, but he spots a broken off pencil on the ground and picks it up. ]
Write your name here, if you don't mind. That'll help me remember you. [ In theory, anyway. ]
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Eyebrows knit then at his request. She knows she said not to forget her. Is there a chance he could actually forget? Why would he? What about her is forgettable? Or, is it something to do with the nature of where he found himself through the Lake?
She looks down at the paper and pencil with a mixture of hesitation and hurt. She can't deny the request. It's the fact the request exists at all that hurts her. With a glance back up at him, Jesse takes the paper and the pen. The motion feels monumental as she has to remove herself from him and force herself to stand. Everything in her wants to simply collapse after everything inside her the last two years.
Losing Alan... then Polaris...
She steps away from Alan with unsteady movements. Within a few beats she has her backpack and pulls out a pen. The paper goes to the end table beside the bed. First, she writes with the broken pencil. Then, she traces over it with the pen. Finally, she folds the paper neatly. A turn and backtracking leads her to standing in front of him with the paper outstretched between her index and middle finger. When he reaches for it? She pulls it back slightly. ]
Don't read it unless you need to. [ Jesse glances down then holds it out to him again. ] Don't lose it.
[ There is far more on it than just her name.
Her gaze falls again. Legs begun to shake. She falls down on the end of the bed, catching herself to sit on top of it. Hands rest beside her before they slip from the bed. They raise to tug on the flannel he's wearing. Trying to bring him closer again.
She was never someone who touched or initiated contact with anyone. Then, she met him. Now she never wants to stop being able to feel him. Her forehead rests on his abs as she leans against him again.
She wonders if it's obvious to hum that Polaris is gone. Well, she is gone to Jesse. That connection is still there... merely muted. Quiet. None of the sound of her guide can be seen of heard, but the traces are still there.
A long moment stretches out as she wrestles with saying everything on her mind. The things kept inside. ]
... I miss you.
[ How he feels. How he sounds. How it feels when he touches me. I miss all of it. ]
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Who knows what form those messages would take, but any message is better than none at all.
If he knew the thoughts going through her mind, he'd tell her without even the slightest bit of hesitation that she's anything but forgettable. If it was solely up to him, he wouldn't even need to take precautions in the form of a handwritten note from her. But he feels like he needs to do this. He needs this failsafe, even if he doesn't quite understand why. It's the nature of the place he's in; he knows that much. But something, whether his own instinct or an instinct coming from someone far away, is telling him he needs to do this.
To Alan, it looks as though Jesse is questioning why he asked her to write on the piece of paper. He hopes she knows he's not doubting her or that he's calling her someone forgettable. Please just write on the paper in case I do forget this. I don't want to forget this, but if I do, I'll need the reminder. I'll need to be able to read her name so that I can remember. I have to remember. I don't understand why this feels so important, but I can't just ignore this feeling.
Eventually, she finishes writing and she folds up the paper and holds it out to him. He reaches for it only for her to pull back just a fraction. His own fingers curl in response and he waits to see what she'll do next. ]
Okay. I won't. I promise. I'll keep it safe, and I won't lose it, and I won't read it unless something happens to make me need to read it.
[ There's the briefest of pauses and then he adds: ] Thank you.
[ But then he startles when he sees her legs start to shake, followed by her falling and barely managing to catch herself. He's already moving when her hands tug on the flannel he wears, and in a second, he's by her side again.
It might not be immediately obvious to him that Polaris isn't with Jesse anymore, at least not in the way that she's used to, but he can tell that something isn't right. He doesn't know what more to do other than to get closer to her and hold her as she leans against him. His hold tightens as the minutes seem to stretch on before she says she misses him. ]
I miss you too. [ He wants to remember this: how she feels and how it feels to hold her. But he also wants to remember the sound of her voice so that he can hear it and remember her words when he's on his own again. ] I want to stay here with you.
[ As long as I can, anyway. ]
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Faith and trust.
The two hardest things to ask from her.
She rests against his stomach and closes her eyes. She wants to feel him touch her again. The feeling hasn't been forgotten, but there is something to be said about memories and experiencing it again. Even if it's just his hands around her and in her hair. It's that connection to him that she's had with no one else that she wants to have again. Hand curl inside the flannel he wears and she tries to get as close as she can to him even if there is no space missing between them. ]
... What is it like? Wherever you went.
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She's still important to him too, even if their relationship is headed to its end, but somehow, Jesse landed in that spot without him really realizing it.
He shifts just slightly when she rests against him and a contented sigh escapes him, not even bothering to try and hold it back. It feels good to have her resting on him the way that she is, and instinctively, as if he's done it many times before, he begins stroking her hair in brief strokes that slowly grow longer. ]
What is it like? [ He pauses for a second before answering. ] Hard to explain. It's- shifting. Changing. Adapting to... anything, I think.
[ Another pause. ]
It feels... cold, like you're standing in a cold shower and can't leave. [ Or is it more like treading water in an ocean and the waves are about to pull you down? Maybe it's both. ]
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What if I break before he comes home?
His fingers brush her hair down. Instantly, she feels a guilt rise inside her. How can he not feel the dirt in her hair? How long has it been since she properly showered, cleaned off, and felt like something other than a mess? The Arizona dust and dirt is probably evident on her clothes. It's been a handful of hours since she's eaten. All she can realize in that moment is how much of a mess she's become.
How out of control she's spun out since Polaris has gone away.
Dylan, her parents, Alan, Polaris.
Who is left to really be anything but a mess for?
I can't be like this anymore. I can't be this person. I don't... I don't like who this is. This isn't me. I'm not out of control. I'm not a mess.
She blinks a few times and rubs her cheek into his shirt. She needs to pull herself together. No more going to pieces around him.
The description he gives isn't something she really knows. It sounds like one thing she can recall. Maybe it won't help at all. ]
One of the doorways the slide projector took us to was... it was Neil's favorite place. You felt like you were floating and just aimlessly being. I didn't like it. I didn't like feeling I couldn't control it. When we came back from it? Everything around us had melted. [ A pause. ] It's not the same as some sort of ... water thing. But, maybe that helps?
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I'm not going to tell her that maybe I made a mistake. That wouldn't help, even if it's true... even if I'm- Nothing. It's not important.
He's not even sure why he's talking things out in his head; it's not going to change anything or do anything to ease his nerves. It won't help Jesse if she knows what's going through his mind.
He doesn't stop brushing her hair with his fingers, and even if he does notice the dirt in her hair, it doesn't bother him. He doesn't even stop to think about it. What's most important here is making her feel good. He's never been really great at soothing anyone, although maybe he wasn't totally hopeless at it when things were good between him and Alice, but Jesse hasn't pulled away from him. Maybe she likes how this feels. I hope she does, anyway.
He keeps up the motions even as the shifts more to rub her cheek into his shirt. ]
It sounds similar, but not similar at the same time. I- I think it feels like you've been detached... detached from yourself, or maybe it's more like it's easier for your thoughts to wander away from you. That part feels aimless. I wonder if the slide projector leads here too. Not that I want anyone looking into that.
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I don't know if it does. It doesn't sound like the slides I burned. But... they took it when they took Dylan. Maybe there is a slide they have. [ Her head tilts into him for a moment. ] Maybe... maybe I should go back to Bright Falls. Turn myself in. It would be a more direct line to Dylan, maybe...
[ Jesse trails off as a knock comes to the door. Green eyes immediately snap to it. Her hands curl into his shirt for a moment before lowering so he can move to the door. Even if it's a Taken? He is the one that's armed. He is the one that can fight back. She can't even help like how she had before because Polaris is gone. ]
Uh... hey, Alan? You in there? [ The voice of Emma Sloan comes from the other side of the door. Alan should know the voice given the two loops he's been through for this story. ] I mean, I figure you are.
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No. No, you won't do that. You can't. Even if it led you closer to your brother- I don't think it's a good idea. Finding your brother is a good idea. You giving yourself up to the police or a judge or whatever... no, I don't think you should do that. What if they- what if you never get out?
It's not my business and it's definitely not my place, but...
[ What if she finds Dylan but they both end up locked away forever? It's selfish, but what if I never get to talk to her again?
Alan's suddenly stormy thoughts get interrupted abruptly by a knock on the door. She lowers her hands, but he doesn't move right away, not even when the familiar voice sounds on the other side of the door.
He glances at Jesse, and then he glances back at the door. Of course he knows who she is, thanks to the loops. He should just get up and open the door, but then that means the end of this alone time with Jesse. Still, maybe Emma has something important to say.
He glances back at Jesse as if asking if she minds him getting up to open the door. ]
Yeah, give me a second. [ He decides he can at least acknowledge her while he waits for an indication either way from Jesse. He can always ask her to come back later. ]
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She knows there is no good answer to give. No rebuttal. No retort. Alan is right. Frank Breaker was right. She can't give herself over to the government like that. It's giving up. How else can she find Dylan? How can she put herself on even footing against the government.
Her gaze moves to the door and back to Alan. A glance to the side says he should answer the door. She'd rather him stay with her, but, it seems his stories always have the opposite in mind. A brief nod is given to confirm the look. Hands rest on the bed and shoulders curl as she looks down at the floor.
Emma raises her head once the door opens. White tank top, jeans, and short blonde hair. She gives that dazed smile. "Supplements" have definitely helped. ] Hey, Alan. Look, uh I know you're going to head to the next place and whatever. But, I thought... you know, I'd point something out? Something this time around. I think. I mean, I'm not dead this time, so maybe it was there the other times? It just FEELS different. Everything. Look.
[ The mechanic half turns for Alan to look out over the small Motel courtyard. The darkness that seemed to oppress the area has lightened. The lights shine brighter. The night sounds can be heard including crickets.
Life, not darkness. ]
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