Yeah, well, maybe I would know more of people like you would actually tell me things! [ Alan's frustration boils over, and for just a second, he sounds like his old self with that impatient streak and hair-trigger temper. But Zane's gone before he can say anything more, and Alan doesn't have long before the connection seems to end, the screen being covered by static.

Everything around him warps and distorts and he has the strange feeling of being in between reality. Whether or not that's true, he doesn't know, but he feels a definite shift.

That's not the only thing he feels; something is tugging at him, pulling on him, and he's back in room 665. Alone again. But strangely, Alan doesn't feel too upset about it. Jesse and Polaris are still out there somewhere in their reality, and even a glimpse of them is a jolt of encouragement and reassurance. He'll take what he can get.

He doesn't have too long to linger idly, however, as his attention is drawn by a familiar sound and the sight of a curious circular shape. Muffled words can be heard as he draws his flashlight and flicks it on, shining it over the shape hovering in front of him. ]

What now? Probably something else leading me to that murder site.