[ Alan waits, feeling as though his heart has permanently lodged itself in his throat. He waits for a sound, a reply, anything from Jesse, trying his best to push away the thought that he won't hear anything from her, that he can't hear anything from her. The connection doesn't work that way. The notes are all they can do, and to hope for anything else is foolishness.

The door opening a crack gave him hope and made him believe that maybe he could actually talk to Jesse instead of simply passing notes, but as the seconds go by and he hears nothing and sees nothing, some of that hope starts to fade. ]

Jesse. Jesse, are you there?

[ His voice is quieter now, and he's straining for anything that hints at Jesse being able to hear him. He can sense a little of Polaris' resonance, but it's barely there. ]

Damn it, I want to talk to her. I want to actually hear her, and I want her to be able to hear me!

[ Anger rises up inside him, giving way to his frustration, and his fingers curl tightly around the door as he pulls on it with everything he has. ]

Move, damn it! [ But try as hard as he might, the door isn't budging. Something doesn't want it to open, or maybe it was never going to open, but that's not going to stop Alan. ]

You can't keep me here forever. [ He glares at the door, at the darkness, even going as far as to glance behind him at the owl that's always watching. ] I just want one thing... one thing that's good in this whole hellhole.

[ Briefly, his mind travels to the good former sheriff of Bright Falls. He's a good friend and Alan is so grateful for the times he gets to see him. But Jesse... Jesse's different.

Jesse's that good thing, the best thing, a good person who I don't deserve. I need to get through to her.

His fingers curl more against the door, nails digging into the wood, ignoring how small splinters break off and press against his skin. ]