[ Alan feels as though he has no choice but to be pulled in. He needs to find more clues, more scenes he can use as inspiration. If that's even what it is. But he's been doing this for so long now that he figures he might as well just continue. Maybe it'll lead him somewhere or nowhere at all, but something's better than nothing.
So far, he's not really that optimistic. The typewriter and the words don't do anything to settle his nerves or his mood. Enough people have been hurt because of him. Jesse and Alice have been hurt enough because of him. It has to stop somewhere.
Alan follows the hallways, hearing the mumbling of the shadows as they roam around, some of them pausing when he passes them by. He braces himself for a confrontation, but as he makes his way along, either the shadows do nothing or they simply fade from sight. There's something else that's lurking around, although "lurking" isn't the right word. It's an image spotted from out of the corner of Alan's eye, and sometimes he thinks he's imagining it, like it's a trick of the light.
But he keeps seeing a woman a few steps ahead of him, seemingly flitting in and out of view as she turns corners and traverses hallways. He can't really get a good look at her, but he finds himself compelled to trail along after her.
Something like frustration ripples beneath the surface; he can't seem to catch up to her, but maybe that's by design. Maybe something's screwing with him again. That just seems to be his life. But the glimpse he gets of her next drives the breath out of him. There's a shimmer to her that he's certain he's not imagining. But that's impossible, isn't it? Just because he saw something on a TV screen doesn't mean anything. It can't be connected. Or can it?
Still he follows after her as she opens a door and walks through it. He doesn't see anything around him but the woman. Maybe he'd feel like he's being strung along, but something about this is telling him that's not what's going on. This could be a trap, and he could be being lured into a false sense of security, but no warning bells are going off in his mind right now.
If there were any, they fade entirely at the sound of that familiar humming. ]
Tim... Still here and working on his crazy wall, I bet.
[ He watches the woman as she pulls down the police tape that's marking a door. And then... just like that, she's gone, fading away as if she was never there. Alan stops, his steps halting in place as his eyes search the place where the woman was. A key's on the ground, but it's not what Alan's looking at. He's still looking for the woman, but inside, he knows there's no point. What did the words on the subway walls say? You lost her.
That could have any number of meanings, but right now, all Alan feels is a sense of loss. But the humming sounds again, and since he's come this far and has nothing else to do, he bends down to pick up the key so he can use it on the door. Once it's unlocked, he pushes it open and steps inside, looking for the source of the humming. ]
At least there's still one friendly face down here.
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So far, he's not really that optimistic. The typewriter and the words don't do anything to settle his nerves or his mood. Enough people have been hurt because of him. Jesse and Alice have been hurt enough because of him. It has to stop somewhere.
Alan follows the hallways, hearing the mumbling of the shadows as they roam around, some of them pausing when he passes them by. He braces himself for a confrontation, but as he makes his way along, either the shadows do nothing or they simply fade from sight. There's something else that's lurking around, although "lurking" isn't the right word. It's an image spotted from out of the corner of Alan's eye, and sometimes he thinks he's imagining it, like it's a trick of the light.
But he keeps seeing a woman a few steps ahead of him, seemingly flitting in and out of view as she turns corners and traverses hallways. He can't really get a good look at her, but he finds himself compelled to trail along after her.
Something like frustration ripples beneath the surface; he can't seem to catch up to her, but maybe that's by design. Maybe something's screwing with him again. That just seems to be his life. But the glimpse he gets of her next drives the breath out of him. There's a shimmer to her that he's certain he's not imagining. But that's impossible, isn't it? Just because he saw something on a TV screen doesn't mean anything. It can't be connected. Or can it?
Still he follows after her as she opens a door and walks through it. He doesn't see anything around him but the woman. Maybe he'd feel like he's being strung along, but something about this is telling him that's not what's going on. This could be a trap, and he could be being lured into a false sense of security, but no warning bells are going off in his mind right now.
If there were any, they fade entirely at the sound of that familiar humming. ]
Tim... Still here and working on his crazy wall, I bet.
[ He watches the woman as she pulls down the police tape that's marking a door. And then... just like that, she's gone, fading away as if she was never there. Alan stops, his steps halting in place as his eyes search the place where the woman was. A key's on the ground, but it's not what Alan's looking at. He's still looking for the woman, but inside, he knows there's no point. What did the words on the subway walls say? You lost her.
That could have any number of meanings, but right now, all Alan feels is a sense of loss. But the humming sounds again, and since he's come this far and has nothing else to do, he bends down to pick up the key so he can use it on the door. Once it's unlocked, he pushes it open and steps inside, looking for the source of the humming. ]
At least there's still one friendly face down here.