[ He hears her say her name and he registers the tone she used, but he's struggling to resist the urge to just grip his head with his hands and let the waves of guilt and despair and fear wash over him. He can't rid his mind of the image of shooting himself in the head, just as he can't forget the knowledge that Alice is dead. Gone.

It takes what feels like an eternity but he raises his head to look at her. He almost recoils instinctively as her green eyes meet his, but he catches himself at the last minute. ]

We can't. I can't. It'll never be fixed. How can I fix it when I'm the one who stopped myself? I shot myself. In the head. The me that was working on the story, I killed him.

[ Alan's shoulders fall but he somehow manages to keep looking at Jesse. ]

The loops will never end.