[ Jesse hardly feels like jumping at anything. She feels as if she's weighed down by a force she can't see or properly feel. Exhaustion, loneliness, feeling powerless. It all sits on her and nothing she can do will shake the feeling.
« Is that really all I can do? Sit and wait for it all to happen around me? I... I can't do this. It's not ME. I have to do something. What can we do? I can't just be passive and let this all happen. »
She sees the paper return and gently pulls it up to read. Her heart sinks further into her chest as she reads his response. Jesse simply sits there for a moment, feeling the tears she has tried to contain finally slip down her face.
« We finally reach him and it's... it's riddles. Is he screwing with me? Trying to figure out if it's ME? Who else would send him a paper back? »
Jesse brushes the tears away with her shoulder, running her hand over the paper in order to try and hide the watermarks where a few fell. Then, she places the paper against the door and begins to draw under his question.
Three doors with symbols, then a floor drawn under it. The farthest right has a familiar Spiral on it. The middle has an inverted Black Pyramid. The last has a circle with a squiggle from it. Then, another row of doors drawn from right to left: A torch (oddly like the torches of the New York City subway he's known in the Dark Place), a White Pyrmaid, and a series of rectangles drawn over one another. Directly beside the question is written an answer: A map.
Her hand holds out once more. This time, a small bundles of papers come to her. A notepad from the desk with the branding of the Oceanview Motel and Casino on it. She underlines it and writes "Here." beneath it.
She folds the papers together and slides them under the door. Her other hand comes to rest in her lap as she waits. That's all she can ever do when it comes to Alan Wake. Wait for him to figure it out. Wait for him to come home.
Alan came to the Motel once. He found the Light Cord Switch. She doubts he could manage it again--or even remembers that he did. She reaches into her jacket pocket and pulls out the damaged but cared for manuscript page. Her fingers move along the edges as she reads over the handwritten words again. It's the result of him coming to the Motel and keeping his promise of putting them back into "Return." She's held onto it ever since he gave it to her in one of the loops.
« This isn't going to be in the final loop, is it? It can't be. Because, we can't be reality and him still need to do what he needs. I can't keep him with me. The Buearu can't give him shelter. He has to leave to finish "Return" with Saga. There's... no place for it.
I can't make it happen. Maybe Alan can. No. I promised I wouldn't ask him to do that ever again. Not after what it took out of him before--what the Dark Presence did to him. I can't... »
Her head lowers, forehead gently pressing to the door. Eyes close as she feels the tears trying to gather again. ]
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« Is that really all I can do? Sit and wait for it all to happen around me? I... I can't do this. It's not ME. I have to do something. What can we do? I can't just be passive and let this all happen. »
She sees the paper return and gently pulls it up to read. Her heart sinks further into her chest as she reads his response. Jesse simply sits there for a moment, feeling the tears she has tried to contain finally slip down her face.
« We finally reach him and it's... it's riddles. Is he screwing with me? Trying to figure out if it's ME? Who else would send him a paper back? »
Jesse brushes the tears away with her shoulder, running her hand over the paper in order to try and hide the watermarks where a few fell. Then, she places the paper against the door and begins to draw under his question.
Three doors with symbols, then a floor drawn under it. The farthest right has a familiar Spiral on it. The middle has an inverted Black Pyramid. The last has a circle with a squiggle from it. Then, another row of doors drawn from right to left: A torch (oddly like the torches of the New York City subway he's known in the Dark Place), a White Pyrmaid, and a series of rectangles drawn over one another. Directly beside the question is written an answer: A map.
Her hand holds out once more. This time, a small bundles of papers come to her. A notepad from the desk with the branding of the Oceanview Motel and Casino on it. She underlines it and writes "Here." beneath it.
She folds the papers together and slides them under the door. Her other hand comes to rest in her lap as she waits. That's all she can ever do when it comes to Alan Wake. Wait for him to figure it out. Wait for him to come home.
Alan came to the Motel once. He found the Light Cord Switch. She doubts he could manage it again--or even remembers that he did. She reaches into her jacket pocket and pulls out the damaged but cared for manuscript page. Her fingers move along the edges as she reads over the handwritten words again. It's the result of him coming to the Motel and keeping his promise of putting them back into "Return." She's held onto it ever since he gave it to her in one of the loops.
« This isn't going to be in the final loop, is it? It can't be. Because, we can't be reality and him still need to do what he needs. I can't keep him with me. The Buearu can't give him shelter. He has to leave to finish "Return" with Saga. There's... no place for it.
I can't make it happen. Maybe Alan can. No. I promised I wouldn't ask him to do that ever again. Not after what it took out of him before--what the Dark Presence did to him. I can't... »
Her head lowers, forehead gently pressing to the door. Eyes close as she feels the tears trying to gather again. ]