Voluntarily? I guess so. I knew that I needed to come here to save my wife, and then to write the ending to the story so that I could get back out again. I had to jump in, otherwise nothing would ever be the same again.

Are you saying that your way isn't voluntary?

[ He notes the way that her shoulders fall, and a hint of something in her voice: sadness, regret, guilt? He's not sure which one, but it sounds like it could be a mix of all of the above. Maybe he's wrong, though; it's not like he knows her well at all. ]

I know. This is horrifying too. Maybe all of it is horrifying... what the Dark Place does, how the Dark Presence works. How the things we can do work. It all could be something from a horror movie.

[ He takes the pages from her when she holds them up, but he hesitates to read them. He's not sure what he'll see written on these pages. ]

I guess I don't know how any of this is supposed to help us. What are you hoping to do? Find a way to escape the situation you're dealing with? Maybe there's a way to bring you more into this story, but I'm not sure that's a good idea. Maybe I could write something that lets you find somewhere safe where no one will bother you again.