"13 years is a very long time to be stuck in a loop, Banana."
It's phrased gently, quietly, but with the full knowledge that that's what the other wished for. For it to never end for her, to repeat it over, and over, and over.
It's only a long time to be stuck in a loop if you weren't the one who made the loop in the first place. Nana could easily see herself looping as long as she could.
"But you got out in the end. That's what matters the most, right?"
Did he get out? There's a possibility he's still there. There's a lot of things back home he doesn't know, not fully--he thinks he's there. He knows. Alice has told him, Saga has shot him.
He shakes his head. Another turn, and a familiar door--his own, a gray door with a familiar spiral painted on it--and his face brightens.
"I think this is it."
He doesn't actually answer Nana. Isn't sure of the answer himself. The exit is a welcome distraction.
Oh that is saying a lot of things without saying anything at all. Alan didn't get out. Or at least, Alan isn't sure he got out. It's different being stuck in a loop when you're aware of it.
Idly, Nana wonders what she can do to make sure he's out of it. Not much, probably. After all, she's an inmate. But Nana knows she'll know more about the loop that Alan's stuck in than anyone here. Something's got to be causing it. And if something's causing it, that cause can be broken. It can be shifted. If she figures out what it is, she can break it herself.
Alan's her friend. And Nana keeps her friends safe no matter what.
"I'll open the door," Nana says, with absolute confidence. "That way if something comes for us, I'll be able to react."
And she walks towards the door, hesitating for only the slightest moment, before pulling it open.
Nana opens it, a familiar writer's room greeting them: an attic. Artificial lights. A desk with a typewriter, a black board with a plot board and chalk writing covering it.
Nana lets out a sigh of relief as she spots Alan's cabin. Idly, she takes everything in, before turning back to Alan.
"I need to get back to my room. There's some things I've gotta take care of." She has a frog now and she is worried sick about it. "But...thanks. Thanks for helping me get out of that."
"Of course," Nana says, with a nod and a smile. She takes one last moment to look back at Alan, as if to make sure he's completely safe, before she turns to leave, closing the door behind her as she makes her way back to her room.
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It's phrased gently, quietly, but with the full knowledge that that's what the other wished for. For it to never end for her, to repeat it over, and over, and over.
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"But you got out in the end. That's what matters the most, right?"
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He shakes his head. Another turn, and a familiar door--his own, a gray door with a familiar spiral painted on it--and his face brightens.
"I think this is it."
He doesn't actually answer Nana. Isn't sure of the answer himself. The exit is a welcome distraction.
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Idly, Nana wonders what she can do to make sure he's out of it. Not much, probably. After all, she's an inmate. But Nana knows she'll know more about the loop that Alan's stuck in than anyone here. Something's got to be causing it. And if something's causing it, that cause can be broken. It can be shifted. If she figures out what it is, she can break it herself.
Alan's her friend. And Nana keeps her friends safe no matter what.
"I'll open the door," Nana says, with absolute confidence. "That way if something comes for us, I'll be able to react."
And she walks towards the door, hesitating for only the slightest moment, before pulling it open.
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Alan's cabin.
The writer breathes a sigh of relief.
"We're in the clear."
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"I need to get back to my room. There's some things I've gotta take care of." She has a frog now and she is worried sick about it. "But...thanks. Thanks for helping me get out of that."
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"You kidding? You saved me. You need anything, try to find me. We get stuck again, follow the light."
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