[ If he had the time, he would just let her touch him, but he doesn't. The pressure in his head is growing, and he can feel the Dark Presence taking over as he starts to lose more of himself to the darkness. It's taking over him and he feels a sense of regret as the things that make him him are getting drowned out. All the dreams he hoped to fulfill with Jesse are being washed away and there's nothing he can do to hold onto them.

I just wanted to escape all this and come home to her, but I guess the story has other ideas.

He presses himself just slightly against her hands and a look of regret comes to his eyes even as the pressure intensifies. I'm sorry, Jesse. I'm sorry for what might happen. I can't stop it... It's my fault.

Suddenly, Jesse's shoved backwards, away from him, and he grips his head harder as the pain crests to unbearable levels. But just as suddenly, it's gone and so is Alan. In his place is someone else, someone not Alan Wake. He straightens up, standing up from where he'd crouched on the floor, and his gaze turns immediately to lock onto Jesse's.

A slow smile, not at all like Alan's, begins to work its way across his face. ]

Well, well, if it isn't the famous redhead I've heard so much about. [ Scratch moves closer to her, slowly and one step at a time, and he lowers himself down until he's close to eye level with her. He reaches out with one hand, fingers outstretched, intending to touch her cheek. ]

It's all right, see? I'll take care of you now.