Did I pick it or did something else pick it for me? I know that sounds ridiculous, but it's not totally unbelievable. Or at least, I think it's not.
[ Maybe he and Elizabeth are thinking along the same lines, or maybe they're not. At least he's starting to question things, even if he still feels as though questioning will ultimately lead him nowehre.
He follows after her, because what else does he have to do? What choice does he have in anything? To him, it feels as though his choices are becoming less and less.
A voice that sounds halfway familiar to Alan speaks up then, talking about how it can be dangerous in the dark and how he should take a light with him. And then the shadowy figure actually shoves a light into his hands, and although he nearly drops it out of surprise, in the next second, his hands tighten around it. ]
There was a kidnapper... or a ransom. Something that involved Alice being used as bait. Leverage. I don't know.
[ He's finding it more than a little hard to make sense of anything, and even harder to follow where Elizabeth is going. To Alan, it seems as though she's going down all sorts of rabbit trails and he's doing his best to follow her. ]
Why is this important? [ He can't see why, but at the same time, there's a feeling that something is keeping him from seeing why. Intentionally. On purpose. It doesn't want him finding something out. Maybe it doesn't want him remembering. ]
I don't understand where you're going with all this.
[ He doesn't, until he goes through yet another doorway, to another scenery change. And this time, there's a room: a room he's seen before and knows well. It's an important room, maybe one of the most important rooms he's ever been in. He looks up at the ceiling and turns slowly on the spot, looking around the room.
I need to remember something. But what is it? ]
I was here, in this room, and I wasn't alone. I had people with me. One person in particular.
[ Frown lines form on his face as he tries to make sense of a memory that's not a memory that is a memory that something is trying to block. ]
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[ Maybe he and Elizabeth are thinking along the same lines, or maybe they're not. At least he's starting to question things, even if he still feels as though questioning will ultimately lead him nowehre.
He follows after her, because what else does he have to do? What choice does he have in anything? To him, it feels as though his choices are becoming less and less.
A voice that sounds halfway familiar to Alan speaks up then, talking about how it can be dangerous in the dark and how he should take a light with him. And then the shadowy figure actually shoves a light into his hands, and although he nearly drops it out of surprise, in the next second, his hands tighten around it. ]
There was a kidnapper... or a ransom. Something that involved Alice being used as bait. Leverage. I don't know.
[ He's finding it more than a little hard to make sense of anything, and even harder to follow where Elizabeth is going. To Alan, it seems as though she's going down all sorts of rabbit trails and he's doing his best to follow her. ]
Why is this important? [ He can't see why, but at the same time, there's a feeling that something is keeping him from seeing why. Intentionally. On purpose. It doesn't want him finding something out. Maybe it doesn't want him remembering. ]
I don't understand where you're going with all this.
[ He doesn't, until he goes through yet another doorway, to another scenery change. And this time, there's a room: a room he's seen before and knows well. It's an important room, maybe one of the most important rooms he's ever been in. He looks up at the ceiling and turns slowly on the spot, looking around the room.
I need to remember something. But what is it? ]
I was here, in this room, and I wasn't alone. I had people with me. One person in particular.
[ Frown lines form on his face as he tries to make sense of a memory that's not a memory that is a memory that something is trying to block. ]
I don't know. I can't remember.