The attempt of "waking" him up clearly failed. The story refuses to allow shortcuts. She stands in the attic--the Writer's Room--watching as he places his head back down to continue writing at the typewriter. His consciousness is projected so far out that he can't simply bring himself back to where he truly resides.
An idea strikes her then.
A small tear appears on the desk. A pen flashes from black to blue. She then picks the pen up, the papers he has typed, and evenly strikes out line after line. Then, a cursive and writing replaces it above it.
She has seen how the Master of Many Worlds editted stories. Why not she attempt it? It's clear now why Alan Wake has dragged her into this story, even if he is far from aware as to why himself. ]
Alan.
[ Elizabeth shakes her head at him as they stand in the "lodge" of "Night Springs." A part of her hates feeling as if she is reliving some of the last steps with Booker. Yet, Alan has clearly seen something of it and decided to use it as an attempt to escape. Except, this isn't truly to escape.
Alan needs something else before he can leave and he knows that.
Her hand lifts and she gently takes his hand into hers. Then, wordlessly, she leads him to the nearest door. She looks back over her shoulder at him as she opens it.
They cross through it.
Home.
The familiar New York City apartment is shrouded in darkness. No one seems to be home. Elizabeth let's Alan take a few steps ahead of her before letting go of his hand and simply standing in the living room. ]
This is where you've been trying to come back to--isn't it? "Home." An apartment with Alice Wake to fix your marriage after your trip to Bright Falls.
Isn't it?
[ Elizabeth knows it's wrong. He has been trying to get back to his dimension because someone else is waiting for him. Someone else with a guide. A sister trying to find her brother. A woman he pulled into "Departure" because her guide reached out to him. ]
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The attempt of "waking" him up clearly failed. The story refuses to allow shortcuts. She stands in the attic--the Writer's Room--watching as he places his head back down to continue writing at the typewriter. His consciousness is projected so far out that he can't simply bring himself back to where he truly resides.
An idea strikes her then.
A small tear appears on the desk. A pen flashes from black to blue. She then picks the pen up, the papers he has typed, and evenly strikes out line after line. Then, a cursive and writing replaces it above it.
She has seen how the Master of Many Worlds editted stories. Why not she attempt it? It's clear now why Alan Wake has dragged her into this story, even if he is far from aware as to why himself. ]
Alan.
[ Elizabeth shakes her head at him as they stand in the "lodge" of "Night Springs." A part of her hates feeling as if she is reliving some of the last steps with Booker. Yet, Alan has clearly seen something of it and decided to use it as an attempt to escape. Except, this isn't truly to escape.
Alan needs something else before he can leave and he knows that.
Her hand lifts and she gently takes his hand into hers. Then, wordlessly, she leads him to the nearest door. She looks back over her shoulder at him as she opens it.
They cross through it.
Home.
The familiar New York City apartment is shrouded in darkness. No one seems to be home. Elizabeth let's Alan take a few steps ahead of her before letting go of his hand and simply standing in the living room. ]
This is where you've been trying to come back to--isn't it? "Home." An apartment with Alice Wake to fix your marriage after your trip to Bright Falls.
Isn't it?
[ Elizabeth knows it's wrong. He has been trying to get back to his dimension because someone else is waiting for him. Someone else with a guide. A sister trying to find her brother. A woman he pulled into "Departure" because her guide reached out to him. ]
It doesn't look like she's home, Alan.