Good. [ A short retort. Nothing that would give away details. ] Trust me, Mr. Wake. I have seen enough things that one would consider insane that are entirely real.

[ Her arms cross as he explains. Cauldron Lake Lodge. There is a place that is called that. A place that is echoed in this odd reality this story has somehow created. A story that she has been pulled into. ]

And what would you call it?

[ Elizabeth begins to walk ahead of him. The way that he came.

The entire building is in shambles. Tables and furniture turned over. Windows blown out. Decorations upside down or pulled off the wall. Some are even damaged. There seems to be a face of a rather important man on one. Some sort of... promotional image? The image has been badly damaged, so, discerning who it once was is impossible even for her. ]

Huh. [ Elizabeth comes to a stop at what would have been the front desk for the Lodge. She reaches over the front to pull up a stack of papers. Eyes scan over it as she turns to face Alan. ] This ledger calls it the "Night Springs Lodge." I suppose there is a difference in names for a reason.

[ She lifts her eyes up to him before holding the ledger out to him. The names are present of people that had once called the Lodge a temporary home. ]

Names of the people who had stayed here at one point or another. Well, "names" is a generous way of putting it. Look. [ A gesture with the hand to the ledger reveals an interesting detail. ] They're not names... descriptions of people. Titles. "The Painter", "The Rockstars."

[ A tilt of her head with her eyebrows raised. ] "The Writer."