[ Alan wants to fight the story; he doesn't want Elizabeth or anyone thinking he's given up and is just sitting back while the story plays out around him and he follows the prompts wherever they go. He wants to take control of it, to direct it where he wants, but can he do that?

The Alan that's still trying to navigate the story pauses. He feels something nudging him, pulling at him, trying to lead him somewhere... But where? Where is he supposed to go? What is he supposed to do?

I'm lost.

The Alan at the typewriter keeps writing. The Alan in the lodge with Elizabeth looks as stuck as he feels, until Elizabeth takes him by the hand and leads him... where?

He can't see where they're going, until they cross through the door, and he has a feeling of traveling through water. Except there's no water or waves, just a passageway and a door, and-

Alan's breath tumbles out of him in a rush. ]

I know this place. I know this room, this apartment. [ He inhales, and the scent in the room brings back memories, or flashes of them. Images, mostly, nothing complete. ]

This is where I lived with Alice? Is this where I'm supposed to be? [ He looks around the room, and he realizes an uncomfortable feeling taking hold of him: it's a feeling of wrongness, that this isn't where he's been trying to go. This room, this apartment, was important to him once, and it still is to a degree, but it's not where he's been trying to go. ]

I'm looking for someone, but this isn't where that someone would be. Where is she, if she's not here? Where's home?

[ Did they talk about making a home together? Did they talk about finding a place that was theirs, that they could carve out a space for themselves in? This apartment isn't that place, but then... where is it? ]

How do I find her?