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✍︎ She lowered the camera and looked again -- no one there, just a collection of bushes that looked vaguely human-shaped. She shook her head and laughed.

I had never been this glad to see the sunrise.

✍︎ At the edge of the plaza, he stopped at the door to the construction yard. A poster for his talk show hung there. Another part of Wake's fiction. He stepped through, willing it to take him to Parliament Tower Plaza.

Thank you, my love.

The fed had glimpsed into the maw of darkness. It swallowed him whole.

(Meadows: Why don’t you simply, I don't know, write yourself some superpowers?) It’s not quite that simple. You need to follow certain laws of… drama, I suppose. You need to think about consistency and symbolism.

Fuck it.

Don’t sweat it. I’m just saying that in case you really need to hear it… I’ve been there. (Serena: I… I think there are spiders in my eyes. I think you put them in me.) Yeah, I’m just gonna go now.

He writes of muses and creators, summoning fabulous things from a magic lake, using its power to shape the world, of a realm of gods and dreams, and demons, dark things that wait for a chance to slip through, wearing the flesh of men as disguise.

And this from the guy who learned about Ozzy Osbourne through reality TV.

✍︎ Everything Door had said had felt true. Was that part of my writing, or coming from somewhere else?

✍︎ Now, in her office below the waterline of Cauldron Lake, she considered how to proceed. Jules was convinced the page they had found would come true. It promised disaster. A situation "out of control". Impossible. Diana was always in control. Drip. Drip.

(Estevez: Tor and Odin went in after her, right? Maybe they’ll get her out. With the "power of rock and roll.") I saw them when I was trapped there. They performed in my musical. (Estevez: I’m immediately less optimistic about this.)

✍︎ Things were never as simple in real life as in fiction. I had lost count of the times I had wished there'd be a clear reason for my writer's block. Something to fight, something to lash out on. There wasn't.

✍︎ He'd jumped on a plane after his calls were ignored by both Al and Alice for several days. It could mean that they were both on a second honeymoon, but Barry didn't buy it. Al had been way too unstable for that -- not sleeping, messed up.

✍︎ Barry had years of experience dealing with Alan Wake, and he couldn't ignore it; something was wrong.

(Barry: When was the last time you slept? Are you high? Have you been drinking!?) No! Look, Barry, I’m missing a week! And someone’s got Alice, and everything’s just--

✍︎ The thought of Alice in his hands was revolting. We stood on the wooden platform of Lovers' Peak, the waterfall and the mountain behind us, the lights of the radio-mast blinking red in the heights above. I fought with the urge to take a swing, forced myself to speak.

I told you not to try anything!

˗ˏˋ Wake heard the Old Gods playing. The music came out all wrong. It attracted the horrors! ˎˊ˗