[ It doesn't even really bother him that she just shrugs at his questions; maybe he didn't expect to have them answered. Maybe he can't even begin to guess at the answers himself. At first, he just stands there looking as lost as he feels, but as she begins to wander through the apartment, he follows after her slowly.
This place feels like it's full of memories, but Alan's having a hard time recalling any of them. He knows this place is where he used to live, just like he knows it's not the place he's been trying to find. The only problem is, he's having trouble remembering exactly where he's supposed to go.
Maybe that's what Elizabeth is here for. ]
I remember taking a trip... Yeah, I was trying to get away, because of everything; writing was becoming difficult, I couldn't make Alice happy no matter what I did. I don't think I made anyone happy.
[ She keeps walking, and he keeps following her, until she stops outside the room he used to write in. He remembers this room somehow, even though the door's closed. They step through it, and Alan blinks, then blinks again. ]
What the hell? I mean- I know you said you can do that, but...
[ He's surprised, to say the least. He watches her spin in place as people begin to walk past them. They don't seem like ordinary people, and while he can't quite make out what they're muttering, it doesn't seem usual. In fact, it seems highly unusual. ]
What did I do next... [ He tries to remember; he tries to follow everything in order, but his memories of it all are still sketchy and disjointed. ] The town was strange... I think that the Dark Presence was taking things over not long after I got there. Maybe it had been doing that for a long time, or maybe the story started when I arrived.
I was trying to find Alice, but so many things kept trying to misdirect me. I met... I met someone. Who did I meet? She stuck with me, I remember that much.
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This place feels like it's full of memories, but Alan's having a hard time recalling any of them. He knows this place is where he used to live, just like he knows it's not the place he's been trying to find. The only problem is, he's having trouble remembering exactly where he's supposed to go.
Maybe that's what Elizabeth is here for. ]
I remember taking a trip... Yeah, I was trying to get away, because of everything; writing was becoming difficult, I couldn't make Alice happy no matter what I did. I don't think I made anyone happy.
[ She keeps walking, and he keeps following her, until she stops outside the room he used to write in. He remembers this room somehow, even though the door's closed. They step through it, and Alan blinks, then blinks again. ]
What the hell? I mean- I know you said you can do that, but...
[ He's surprised, to say the least. He watches her spin in place as people begin to walk past them. They don't seem like ordinary people, and while he can't quite make out what they're muttering, it doesn't seem usual. In fact, it seems highly unusual. ]
What did I do next... [ He tries to remember; he tries to follow everything in order, but his memories of it all are still sketchy and disjointed. ] The town was strange... I think that the Dark Presence was taking things over not long after I got there. Maybe it had been doing that for a long time, or maybe the story started when I arrived.
I was trying to find Alice, but so many things kept trying to misdirect me. I met... I met someone. Who did I meet? She stuck with me, I remember that much.