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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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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