[ Alan finds himself experiencing something bizarre. It's like a flashback, but it's incredibly vivid. He can also hear the rain being driven against the window by the wind, and even though he's inside and not caught in a storm, his mind keeps snapping him back to the darkened streets of New York.
Jesse's touch is what brings him back to the present, but he can't seem to stay there long before he finds himself slipping back in his mind to that other reality.
He startles when he feels the flashlight being pressed into his hand, and he has another vivid flashback to shining the flashlight beam at a particularly aggressive Taken. But Jesse's voice cuts in again, and she's saying something. What is it? Things happen? They do, but he wishes they happened a lot less.
Still, he can tell she's giving him directions just as he can tell that she's still tired. Of course she is. He did wake her up, after all.
Her hand patting his side pulls him out of his nervous reverie, and he feels her other hand take hold of his. The flashlight beam illuminates a small circle in front of them both, but just that small amount of light doesn't truly ease Alan's nerves. He follows after Jesse and watches as she checks on the fusebox. Once she's done, he watches her turn back to him, offering a smile.
He tries to return a smile of his own, but it's a strained effort. ]
I'm... [ He tries to think of the best word to describe his state of being at the moment, and it comes to him after a few seconds. The hand holding the flashlight shakes involuntarily as he replies, and he glares down at the offending hand before he looks back up at her, thinking that she's pretty even with the bedhead look. ] Peachy. You?
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Jesse's touch is what brings him back to the present, but he can't seem to stay there long before he finds himself slipping back in his mind to that other reality.
He startles when he feels the flashlight being pressed into his hand, and he has another vivid flashback to shining the flashlight beam at a particularly aggressive Taken. But Jesse's voice cuts in again, and she's saying something. What is it? Things happen? They do, but he wishes they happened a lot less.
Still, he can tell she's giving him directions just as he can tell that she's still tired. Of course she is. He did wake her up, after all.
Her hand patting his side pulls him out of his nervous reverie, and he feels her other hand take hold of his. The flashlight beam illuminates a small circle in front of them both, but just that small amount of light doesn't truly ease Alan's nerves. He follows after Jesse and watches as she checks on the fusebox. Once she's done, he watches her turn back to him, offering a smile.
He tries to return a smile of his own, but it's a strained effort. ]
I'm... [ He tries to think of the best word to describe his state of being at the moment, and it comes to him after a few seconds. The hand holding the flashlight shakes involuntarily as he replies, and he glares down at the offending hand before he looks back up at her, thinking that she's pretty even with the bedhead look. ] Peachy. You?