I suppose that depends on your definition of "happy." Sometimes, settling debts is what someone considers fair and happy. Even at the cost of something greater.

[ She misses him.

Elizabeth listens intently to his explanations. The Dark Presence sees everything and everyone as a pawn; a plaything. Things that are meant to be hosts for it. It's no wonder that Alan Wake fears it so much. Despite that? He is still trying to fix it.

That goes a long way in her mind. ]

Maybe it would have happened to any writer or creator near the Lake. [ Elizabeth can see another man. One that looks like Alan but is very much not him. A poet, an actor, a director. He can be what he wants because he can make it change around him. ] You weren't the first writer the Lake took. Were you?

[ They come to the end of the hallway. She looks around and picks a door. Her whole weight (which is not much at all) is thrown into the door. It budges and she stumbles into what seems to be the office of the man who ran the Lodge at one point. Pictures are still destroyed, meaning the identity of the man is entirely in question.

Elizabeth makes her way to the desk to begin looking for ... well, anything. ]

We may need to make our own way out, Mr. Wake.