... My ex-wife? Divorce? I- [ Alan's expression shifts into something confused... worried, troubled. ] Was I getting a divorce? I think we were having problems, so maybe we were. Maybe I was. Yeah, that's right, we tried making things work out, but it just wasn't happening no matter what we did.

[ But realizing that he's having memory problems that seem to be progressively getting worse doesn't do very much to ease his nerves or settle him down. The story is dictating what he does and what he remembers, and all he can really do is follow the twists and turns of the plot. Not that he knows the plot; he just has to go along with what the story says. He's a character in this story; maybe that's all he ever was.

No, I'm not a character. I don't want to be a character!

He forcefully pushes away the notion that he's only a character, not a real person, and he snaps his gaze onto Liz sharply. ]

Someone? What someone? [ He has an inkling of a half-formed thought, but that's all it is. That's all the story's allowing. ] What do you mean? I'm awake.

[ She tells him to look up, and he obeys almost immediately, and then his eyes narrow as if he's not sure what he's looking at. ]

What- What is that? I don't understand. [ To Alan, it feels like he's seeing double and being reminded of something he saw once. Did he see it once? Did he imagine standing at a doorway looking at himself sitting at a desk like the one he's looking at now? Is he imagining all of this? ]

That's you, but- you're also you. [ The words sound nonsensical, but how else is he supposed to say them? ]