You sent the message over the Hotline before. Messages on how to stop Hartman. [ She pauses before her fingers curl in the sleeves of the flannel shirt. The one covered in mud and blood. ] Not those messages. You sent another one to us. When you were trapped in the room you wrote stories in.

[ A beat passes.

Polaris beats louder, trying to resonate with that spark inside him. She tugs at Jesse's mind with words and phrases. ]

The Champion of Light--the Torchbearer. Writer. Novelist. [ She finally opens her eyes to search his. ] You're all those things. But, to me, you're just Alan Wake.

[ « My Alan. »

She swallows and decides to move. Nothing is going to happen by simply going back and forth. Talking in circles. ]

The page was left vague on purpose. Maybe I have the answers and don't know it.

[ Another beat passes.

Then, Jesse leans forward to gently press her lips to his. A brief kiss. One almost like air than her lips. Just in case he isn't ready. ]