[ The hand bathed in geometric patterns remains stretched out to him. Beckoning, inviting, pulling him along each step. That may be how his mind sees it, where as Polaris shimmers brightly at the door. As bright as she can in a room filled with dim light.
The owl watches him closely with every motion he makes.
His fingers press to the door.
Then, a sound of mental dropping. Rolling. A piece of round silver rolls until it hits his leg. It stops promptly, landing face up. The charm Jesse had given him at the start of these loops. A deer and a doe.
His and hers. ]
｟ Alan... ｠
[ In the darkened Motel, Jesse places her head to the door. She can still feel Polaris rolling from her hands into the door. Her friend is working hard, trying to reach out to their missing writer. Jesse isn't sure why. Nothing has really worked.
« I just wanted to bring him home. I can't even do that. Just like with Dylan. Just bring him home. If i can't do it, maybe you can. There has to be more than we can do than just be on the sidelines... »
Even if she knows, deep down, that it's the truth. That's the role in the story. The job of the other worldly aid for the heroes. It isn't enough--it doesn't feel like it's enough.
Jesse slides down to her knees in front of the door. Hands shake, tears piercing her eyes. ]
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The owl watches him closely with every motion he makes.
His fingers press to the door.
Then, a sound of mental dropping. Rolling. A piece of round silver rolls until it hits his leg. It stops promptly, landing face up. The charm Jesse had given him at the start of these loops. A deer and a doe.
His and hers. ]
｟ Alan... ｠
[ In the darkened Motel, Jesse places her head to the door. She can still feel Polaris rolling from her hands into the door. Her friend is working hard, trying to reach out to their missing writer. Jesse isn't sure why. Nothing has really worked.
« I just wanted to bring him home. I can't even do that. Just like with Dylan. Just bring him home. If i can't do it, maybe you can. There has to be more than we can do than just be on the sidelines... »
Even if she knows, deep down, that it's the truth. That's the role in the story. The job of the other worldly aid for the heroes. It isn't enough--it doesn't feel like it's enough.
Jesse slides down to her knees in front of the door. Hands shake, tears piercing her eyes. ]