[ Alan doesn't move when he hears the door open and hears the footsteps entering. They don't belong to the woman who left; the tread is too heavy for that. He wonders what he wants. What do any of them want?
The woman that just left doesn't look familiar or even feel familiar, but she had the keychain. How could she have that, unless she always had it? That keychain was theirs, their way of representing their connection.
How could I just forget we had a connection? Was that in the story? Did I put that in? I don't know where my part of the keychain is.
Alan's grip on his head tightens and he feels pressure behind his eyes and in his head starting to build as he tries to make sense of this. It doesn't matter that he's being watched. It doesn't matter that the Ranger Captain is probably observing him and thinking he's a nutcase.
Why don't I know what I'm supposed to do next? Didn't she say that they found manuscript pages? Maybe the answer is on those, if they'll let me see them.
Slowly, Alan's fingers loosen and pull away from his head, but he still doesn't look up at the other man in the room with him. ]
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The woman that just left doesn't look familiar or even feel familiar, but she had the keychain. How could she have that, unless she always had it? That keychain was theirs, their way of representing their connection.
How could I just forget we had a connection? Was that in the story? Did I put that in? I don't know where my part of the keychain is.
Alan's grip on his head tightens and he feels pressure behind his eyes and in his head starting to build as he tries to make sense of this. It doesn't matter that he's being watched. It doesn't matter that the Ranger Captain is probably observing him and thinking he's a nutcase.
Why don't I know what I'm supposed to do next? Didn't she say that they found manuscript pages? Maybe the answer is on those, if they'll let me see them.
Slowly, Alan's fingers loosen and pull away from his head, but he still doesn't look up at the other man in the room with him. ]