And maybe I have no business asking questions. Maybe I should just mind my own business and stay out of other people's. Of course, the problem is that it's not that simple. Even if I don't want to learn things about people... sometimes it just happens. It's not on purpose, and I'm not doing it to learn information I shouldn't have, but- it's complicated.
If it helps, the only plan that I have is ending this story and finding a way back home.
[ He watches Elizabeth's reactions, wondering how she's taking everything he's telling her, and everything that he isn't. She has a look about her that makes him think she's perceptive, with or without her abilities, and that makes him wonder what she really thinks. ]
Yeah. Warlin Door. I thought he was a night talk show host, but I'm starting to think that he's a lot more than that. I don't know what he is, exactly, but there's more to him than meets the eye.
I guess I did do something. Several somethings, if you ask him. He talked about peeking in, poking holes, and just being an unwelcome nuisance. But I guess all nuisances are unwelcome. All I'm doing is trying to get home, but my efforts are apparently putting me in his way.
[ His eyebrows lift when she spins the blackboard. She's another one who seems to be more than meets the eye. When she starts to write, he's briefly reminded of Tim and his crazy wall. ]
That's... Well, it's a lot to take in. But wait, if you can exist in all of them at once, can you... No, that's crazy, forget about it.
[ If I wanted to try and reach Jesse, I could do it. I've done it before; she's reached me before. I don't need to inconvenience someone I just met. I don't want to use people. I don't care what Casey says: I don't like to use people. ]
How do you not go crazy, knowing what you know? If you see all of them all at once and know what's going on in each one, how do you not go completely nuts?
[ He rubs the back of his head as he tries to make sense of all this. It's a lot, even for him. Trying to understand it all makes his head hurt. ]
How am I supposed to find that door? That's like searching through a haystack trying to find a needle. Even if I could see all the doors and what's behind them, how long would that take? And the Dark Place isn't connected to every door ever, at least not as far as I can tell. What happens if I open the door to the wrong place? What if I open the door and step through and get immediately eaten by a lion?
Maybe that's not likely to happen, but what if it is? What if there's a door out there with a lion behind it? The lion doesn't even have to be a lion. It could be a person with a knife.
[ No, the more Alan theorizes about this, the less willing he is to go poking around trying to find the right door. ]
I'm sorry. That sounds like it was rough. But I assume you managed to escape in the end, didn't you? Maybe one day I'll be able to escape too. I hope I can, anyway.
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If it helps, the only plan that I have is ending this story and finding a way back home.
[ He watches Elizabeth's reactions, wondering how she's taking everything he's telling her, and everything that he isn't. She has a look about her that makes him think she's perceptive, with or without her abilities, and that makes him wonder what she really thinks. ]
Yeah. Warlin Door. I thought he was a night talk show host, but I'm starting to think that he's a lot more than that. I don't know what he is, exactly, but there's more to him than meets the eye.
I guess I did do something. Several somethings, if you ask him. He talked about peeking in, poking holes, and just being an unwelcome nuisance. But I guess all nuisances are unwelcome. All I'm doing is trying to get home, but my efforts are apparently putting me in his way.
[ His eyebrows lift when she spins the blackboard. She's another one who seems to be more than meets the eye. When she starts to write, he's briefly reminded of Tim and his crazy wall. ]
That's... Well, it's a lot to take in. But wait, if you can exist in all of them at once, can you... No, that's crazy, forget about it.
[ If I wanted to try and reach Jesse, I could do it. I've done it before; she's reached me before. I don't need to inconvenience someone I just met. I don't want to use people. I don't care what Casey says: I don't like to use people. ]
How do you not go crazy, knowing what you know? If you see all of them all at once and know what's going on in each one, how do you not go completely nuts?
[ He rubs the back of his head as he tries to make sense of all this. It's a lot, even for him. Trying to understand it all makes his head hurt. ]
How am I supposed to find that door? That's like searching through a haystack trying to find a needle. Even if I could see all the doors and what's behind them, how long would that take? And the Dark Place isn't connected to every door ever, at least not as far as I can tell. What happens if I open the door to the wrong place? What if I open the door and step through and get immediately eaten by a lion?
Maybe that's not likely to happen, but what if it is? What if there's a door out there with a lion behind it? The lion doesn't even have to be a lion. It could be a person with a knife.
[ No, the more Alan theorizes about this, the less willing he is to go poking around trying to find the right door. ]
I'm sorry. That sounds like it was rough. But I assume you managed to escape in the end, didn't you? Maybe one day I'll be able to escape too. I hope I can, anyway.