Alan Wake — a famous writer of detective thrillers — had seen many oddities and shadows of the human soul throughout his career. However, as with any creator, there came a time when inspiration left him. Words no longer flowed into sentences, his creativity dried up, and his unfinished novel hung over him like a heavy weight.
His wife, Alice Wake, saw how her husband was slowly fading — growing irritable over small things, snapping at people, and sometimes seeking comfort in a bottle. She offered a simple yet sincere solution: to travel somewhere quiet and picturesque to rest and clear his mind.
Alan agreed — not out of desire, but out of sheer exhaustion. Thus began their journey to the small town of Bright Falls, hidden among the forests of the Olympic Nature Reserve. He couldn't have imagined that this trip would become the turning point of his life.
From the moment they stepped off the ferry, Alan's life began to change. That very evening, when the couple arrived in Bright Falls, a nightmare woven from words, fear, and darkness began. The world born of the writer's imagination came alive — and turned against its creator.
The story Alan had written, taken over by the Dark Presence, twisted the flow of time itself: its tendrils reached into the past, present, and future. All this became possible only because Alan, in his desperate attempt to save himself, Alice, and everyone touched by the darkness, had poured a fragment of his own existence into his story.
Trapped in the Dark Place, he created the only refuge he could — a small attic in an old wooden house standing in the middle of Cauldron Lake, at the very heart of the whirlpool. Yet even there, the Presence found him, whispering in his ear and driving him mad.
And still, Alan didn't give up. He wrote himself into his own book — and thus the literary hero Alan Wake was born, the one who would defeat the darkness and bring back the light. Perhaps it was only another illusion of salvation, but it was from that moment that his first battle with the Darkness began.
He won… or at least, that's how it seemed. Because to defeat the Darkness, Alan had to imprison himself in that world, rewriting its rules, story, and the very structure of reality over and over again. Each attempt cost him a piece of his own essence. And when he, exhausted, kept writing — hoping for a happy ending — the Dark Presence seized him completely for a brief moment. That was when his dark twin was born — Mr. Scratch, the sinister reflection of the writer's soul.
Remembering all this, Alan couldn't understand — where had he gone wrong? What mistake had he made? He was still in his refuge — the attic of that same house that had shielded him from the Darkness.
His thoughts were interrupted by a strange, almost surreal image that unfolded before his eyes.
In front of him, at a small round table, sat a man and a woman. The man — dressed in a black suit, white shirt, and a neat tie — held a mug of tea in his hands, a calm, gentle smile playing on his lips. Across from him sat a woman with long, wavy chestnut hair, wearing a black dress that seemed to absorb all the light around her.
Alan recognized the man — it was Alex, the one who had recently saved him and restored the shattered foundation of his existence. But as for the mysterious woman — he had no idea who she was.
From the moment she appeared, Alan hadn't heard a word of their conversation. He only saw how the woman first flared with anger at Alex's words, but soon calmed down. A few minutes later, they were chatting like old friends. The woman smiled as she sipped her tea, and in her gaze shone a quiet, barely noticeable warmth.
Alan didn't know how much time had passed. He was tired of standing in the corner, feeling like a misbehaving child eavesdropping on adults. The moment he thought about sitting down, a soft chair with a backrest appeared under his feet. Nearby — a small tea table with brewed tea, a mug, a bowl of cookies, and even a book.
He blinked, realizing it had all manifested by itself. Pretending it was perfectly normal, Alan sat down and poured himself some tea.
He didn't know how long this strange conversation would last, so he decided to simply enjoy the silence, the taste of the tea, and the rare sense of calm he hadn't felt in a long time.
Having created everything Alan might need so he wouldn't be bored while Alex spoke with Amara, Alex finally turned his gaze to the goddess.
Amara, feeling his attention, in that moment looked at the writer herself. In his essence she sensed an echo of her own power — a tiny spark she recognized painfully well. Curiosity quickly replaced mild surprise: what was this place, why did it exist, and how did a part of her power end up within its foundation?
Catching her interest, Alex decided to explain everything in detail. He began from afar — from the moment Chuck ripped out the roots of other world-trees and wove them into the fabric of this universe, tying them to its own. Thus timelines from different worlds began to intertwine, creating a strange web where the boundaries between realities blurred.
At first Amara did not immediately grasp where he was going, but then the meaning became clear. Alex mentioned that Chuck is interested in souls — not to save them, but to feed on their emotions while he creates his "greatest work" — a world of horrors.
He explained that this place didn't originate from this universe at all, but because her power was present here, it became stronger, more stable, almost invulnerable.
Amara listened calmly, nodding and sipping tea slowly. Despite being a primeval goddess, much remained unknown to her. So the conversation with Alex was informative — a rare chance to view the world from a different angle.
Gradually the talk softened and moved to more down-to-earth topics — life among humans, their weaknesses and strange habits. From the memories Alex had shared, Amara learned that souls were not created by Chuck. So she felt no hatred toward mortals — rather, pity. Pity for beings turned into pawns in the endless game of the one who had lied to her for centuries and then imprisoned her, turning her into an enemy.
When Alex spoke about human life, he did not skimp on details. At the same time he gently tried to convey a simple idea — not all people are the same, not all are good, and not all are evil. Everything depends on how she herself chooses to see them.
Amara quickly caught the subtext. It became clear to her — Alex wanted her to see the world with her own eyes, not through the distortions Chuck had created.
And in that moment she decided — when her physical form fully matures, she will go out into the world. To understand people. To understand why they are the way they are.
"I think it's time for me to return," Amara finally said, finishing her tea. "I learned more than I expected. It was… enlightening. Though it left an unpleasant aftertaste, as mortals say. Oh, and —" she hesitated and then added with a slight smile, "my whole life I've been deceived. Am I right?"
"You are right," Alex nodded. "But don't be upset. Revenge is far sweeter when you have an ally. Believe me, Chuck won't finish this with a smile. Tears, snot, and begging for mercy await him," he added with a broad, almost devilish grin.
"I can't wait for that bastard to get what's coming to him," Amara replied quietly, almost tenderly. Yet her eyes revealed a cruel, icy rage she kept carefully masked behind calm.
"We'll have to wait," said Alex, leaning back slightly in his chair. "But it'll be worth it."
He reached out and placed a transparent crystal that shimmered with inner light before her.
"Take it."
"What is it?" Amara asked, taking the crystal into her palm.
"It's a protection. So your physical shell won't absorb any more souls. That could cause… problems. But demons — you can spare no mercy for them. Let him keep devouring them," Alex said, tapping the table with a finger. "This crystal contains enough energy for your shell to mature completely and without distortion."
Amara studied the crystal carefully, as if trying to understand how to use it.
Alex, noticing her thoughtful expression, cleared his throat slightly to draw her attention and placed his hand on his chest. Amara understood immediately. She mirrored his gesture — and the crystal softly glowed before dissolving into her body, filling it with a warm, pleasant light.
She felt the energy begin to flow toward her physical form, which was still in the abandoned psychiatric hospital that served as Crowley's base. Remembering the demon who insisted on calling himself "Uncle Crowley," Amara barely restrained a laugh. His attempts to use her power against Chuck and the Winchesters now seemed like a child's game.
Having received everything she wanted — knowledge, an ally, and aid — Amara stood and walked toward the door.
"Au revoir, Amara," said Alex with a slight bow and a wide smile.
At that moment, Amara felt something strange while looking at his smile. For a brief instant, it seemed as if he had become something far more sinister than even Chuck himself. But she already knew what he was — a monster who hunted other monsters.
Smiling faintly, Amara nodded in farewell and left. When her footsteps faded, Alex couldn't help but chuckle quietly. The conversation with her had been fascinating — a rare mix of curiosity, tension, and genuine interest. Once again, he was reminded that a woman's wrath was a force one should never trifle with.
When the laughter faded, Alex shook his head with a grin, feeling almost sorry for Chuck — now merely a part of his own stage play without realizing it. He thought that before killing Chuck, he'd let Amara settle the score herself.
Lighting a cigarette, Alex took a deep drag and realized — his business in Bright Falls was finally done. It was time to go home. He turned his gaze to Alan and remembered one last thing — he still had to deal with the remnants of this place.
Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the Clicker, planning to use it as a conduit to absorb Alan's refuge. Alex didn't want this place to become part of the Red City — it held too many dark memories. Better to turn it into a harmless souvenir.
"All right, Alan. You ready to leave?" he asked, looking at the writer, who was still reading his book.
"You done talking with that woman… or whatever she was? By the way, who is she, anyway?" Alan asked, closing the book.
"You don't need to know. And remember — everything that happened here stays here. Not a word," Alex said with a gentle, almost friendly smile.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. I've had enough insanity already. While you were talking to her, I had time to think over everything I've done. Now I just want to go back to my wife and try to live like a normal person… if that's even possible. I've been gone for thirteen years. Or maybe more. I'm not even sure how much time really passed here, but it sure didn't feel like thirteen years," Alan said with a sad smile.
"Time's a tricky thing," Alex replied with a shrug. "But if you think about it, you've got a happy ending: you're going back to your wife, everyone's alive, and your power's still with you. I got what I wanted — so everyone wins."
"Hard to argue with that," Alan smirked. "But how do we get to the surface? I still don't understand what you did to this place. From what I can tell, the entire Dark Place was consumed… except for this attic."
"Don't worry," Alex said calmly, glancing at the only door. "If there's a door, there's a way out."
Alan sighed and just shook his head. After everything he'd been through, life in the Dark Place no longer seemed so strange. Even the presence of the Darkness itself wasn't as unfathomable as the presence of Alex. He simply decided not to ask any more questions.
Alex walked to the door, pulled the Clicker from his pocket — the very one Alan's mother had once given him, saying it would help chase away the darkness. He grabbed the handle, clicked the Clicker — and everything around them flared with bright light.
Alan squeezed his eyes shut, and a moment later felt cool water surround his body. Opening his eyes, he realized he was at the bottom of Coldron Lake. His heart raced and panic gripped him until he felt himself being pulled upward.
He looked up — Alex was hauling him toward the surface.
Within seconds they burst out of the water. Alan gulped fresh air. The first rays of the rising sun gently touched his face — warm, alive, real. He climbed out.
Tears involuntarily rose to his eyes. This was the end of the nightmare he himself had created. The end of a long darkness.
"Well, how's the fresh air? Cold water? Do you feel like everything that was before is finally over?" Alex asked, floating on his back with his hands behind his head.
"I'd say... it's like waking from a nightmarish dream and seeing the sun already risen. That feeling that it's all behind you," Alan replied, paddling to stay afloat.
"Good. Now let's swim to the shore. They're waiting for us. And no, I won't carry you — you're a grown man, you'll manage yourself," Alex said with a lazy smile and floated ahead at an easy pace on his back.
Hearing Alex's carefree words, Alan couldn't help but laugh genuinely, then slowly followed. Alex calmly floated on his back, warming in the sunrise and enjoying a rare sense of calm. For him it was simply another job done — albeit an unusual one.
He held the Clicker up to the sun and twirled it in his hand, watching the rays of light glint off its surface. Alex smiled inwardly — this tiny thing had become a real artifact capable of dispersing darkness and driving off its spawn. A fine reward for the work done, he thought, slipping the Clicker back into his pocket and then into his inventory to add to the collection. In the back of his mind he was already planning to test the artifact against creatures of darkness in the future.
Alex and Alan reached the shore peacefully, where everyone was waiting. By then Verrocchio and his men had already left, and on the beach remained Emmet, Saga, Casey, Thor, Odin, Ilmo, Jaakko, Sheriff Breaker, Kiran and three surviving agents of the Bureau. Ahti, as usual, had already disappeared — cleanup was sacred duty for him, and he wasn't about to delay his favorite work.
Seeing the real Alan Wake, Kiran immediately pulled out a scanner and checked him. The data showed he remained an anomaly, but no longer a threat. Driven by curiosity, she aimed the scanner at Alex — but the screen read: "Object not found."
Kiran frowned at the message and looked up at Alex. He watched her with a mocking smile. Getting the hint, Kiran put the scanner away, trying not to show embarrassment. But everyone remained interested in what had happened in the Dark Place.
"So that's it?" Emmet asked, patting Alex on the shoulder.
"Seems like it. But, you know, I wouldn't say no to a bite to eat. I think Alan's starving too. And for me, it's a good time to close the chapter on a story that's been going on for thirty years," Alex replied with a smile.
"Then it's on us," said Ilmo. "We should show hospitality to those who saved our town. Even if because of one of them we got dragged into all this madness," he added with a sarcastic grin at Alan.
Alan only sighed, well aware why Ilmo said that. But Jaakko gently nudged her brother with an elbow — time to leave the past alone. Nobody objected to going to the Oh Deer Diner for a proper meal.
While everyone gathered, Alex glanced at Tim Breaker — he remembered nothing. The last thing in his memory was the morgue, then he woke up on the lake shore. Alex motioned to Kiran to explain the situation and to arrange that Alan be temporarily taken to the Bureau headquarters — the Oldest House in New York. Kiran had no objections.
"But if your scientists decide to experiment with his abilities," Alex said quietly, lowering his voice, "I won't mind causing a scene there. I think I was clear, Kiran."
"Crystal clear," she replied with a crooked smile. "I don't particularly want our headquarters wrecked by another anomaly. Once was more than enough."
Alex chuckled and gave her a friendly pat on the shoulder. He knew just how far scientists could go in their search for answers — and he wasn't about to let them turn Alan into a test subject.
Thor and Odin Anderson offered everyone a ride back on the retirement home bus, but Alex's Impala was still waiting for him in the parking lot. Once everyone else climbed aboard, Odin laughed heartily, started the engine, and the bus skidded through the sand before speeding off.
Left behind on the beach were only Alex and Saga — she had decided to keep him company. They walked slowly through the forest, simply enjoying the quiet. The woods around Cauldron Lake now felt alive — as if all the horrors that had once taken place there had never happened at all.
Reaching the parking lot, Alex opened the Impala's door, slid behind the wheel, and Saga took the passenger seat. He started the engine, and the car gently rolled down the road back toward Bright Falls. Soft music played from the radio, and Alex quietly hummed along.
After a moment of thought, Alex decided to give Saga one last gift. He knew that because of her abilities, she would inevitably encounter the supernatural again — it was unavoidable. So he decided to give a gift meant for her daughter, Logan, to ease Saga's future worries about her child's safety.
Reaching into the inner pocket of his coat, Alex pulled out a small pendant — a teardrop-shaped blue stone.
"Here," he said, holding it out to her. "A gift for your daughter."
"What is it? And why would Logan need a pendant like this?" Saga asked, taking the charm.
"It's a protective talisman," Alex replied, his eyes still on the road. "Given your line of work, you'll run into something otherworldly again sooner or later. This pendant will protect your daughter. You already know the world isn't as safe as it seems. And I'm not talking about criminals. You know what the Bureau deals with — these things happen all over the world."
Alex's voice was calm, but carried the certainty of someone who had seen too much to believe in a simple life.
Saga looked at Alex, then at the pendant in her hand. She knew he wasn't the kind of man to lie about such things. She'd already seen what he was capable of, and if he said this pendant could protect her daughter Logan — then it would.
Accepting the precious gift, Saga tucked the pendant into the inner pocket of her coat. While Alex had been in the Dark Place rescuing Alan Wake, she had managed to talk openly with her grandfathers for the first time. She had tried to understand the nature of her gift and what was truly happening in the world. She hadn't found many answers, but one thing became clear — the world was far more dangerous than she had ever imagined.
Lifting her gaze again, Saga looked at Alex — and her eyes fell on the two dolls resting on his shoulders.
"I've been meaning to ask… what are those dolls? They weren't there before you left. Or are they some sort of souvenir from the Dark Place?" she asked, pointing at Ichiko and Niko in their doll forms.
"Oh, those?" Alex smirked. "They're house guardian spirits. In Japan, they're better known than here in America. But if you're curious, when you get home, look up Zashiki-warashi. Sometimes, legends hold answers you can't find through ordinary means."
"House guardian spirits, huh…" Saga murmured thoughtfully. "Still, who are you really, Alex? You know too much, and what you can do — it's not something a human could manage. You're definitely not some secret agent. Even my grandfathers call you 'the King.' None of it fits a simple agent's profile." She narrowed her eyes, watching him closely.
"Does it really matter, Saga?" Alex replied calmly. "I am who I am. That's enough. Like I said, when you get home, just try to forget everything. And if you can't — join the Bureau. With your abilities, they'll take you without hesitation. Then you'll see the world's other side."
"Still dodging the question, huh?" she sighed. "Is your identity really so special it has to stay hidden?"
"Yeah," Alex said with a short chuckle. "But think about what I said. You'll face things like this again someday."
"I'll think about it," Saga nodded. "For now, I just want to go home — to my husband and daughter. I've missed them. It was especially hard hearing that my daughter had supposedly drowned…" she whispered, resting her forehead against the window.
Saga gazed thoughtfully out the window, wondering what to do next. Alex's words about the FBC still echoed in her mind, but for now, she wanted only one thing — to go home. The last three days in Bright Falls had been more than enough excitement for a lifetime.
The black Impala rolled into town, and Saga immediately noticed — Bright Falls was alive again. People filled the streets, cars moved along the roads, lights glowed in the windows. Alex explained it simply: the Dark Place and the Dark Presence no longer influenced the world, and everything had returned to normal. Even those who had died were alive once more.
At first, Saga didn't believe it — until Alex pointed toward Thornton and Mulligan walking down the sidewalk in their police uniforms. She froze in disbelief. It all seemed impossible… and yet, it was exactly the kind of happy ending Alan Wake had written about in his manuscripts.
Pulling one of the pages from her inner pocket, Saga noticed it was blank. Understanding what that meant, she smiled faintly and carefully tucked it back away.
Alex parked the Impala beside the Oh Deer Diner. The retirement home bus was already there, and inside — the familiar bustle of life. They walked in, where everyone had already gathered.
Alex smiled and sat down next to Emmet, who had a signed copy of Alan Wake's book and Detective Casey's badge lying before him.
"I see you won't be sleeping on the couch after all," Alex said with a smirk.
"Oh yeah. Probably the best gift I've given Rosalie in a long time," Emmet replied with a satisfied grin.
"You just don't know what to give women, Emmet," Casey interjected, taking a sip of coffee from his mug.
"You should talk, Casey," Emmet scoffed. "It wasn't me who got divorced. And it wasn't my house, car, and even dog that got taken away."
"Low blow, buddy," Casey chuckled. "If I didn't consider you a friend, I'd have already punched you."
Emmet laughed at that. In just three eventful days in Bright Falls, the two had bonded surprisingly well — they could genuinely be called friends now.
Saga, sitting beside Casey, only shook her head, then turned her gaze toward Thor and Odin, who were being their usual loud selves, arguing animatedly with Alan Wake. Alan himself seemed oddly at ease, chatting with the two old men who had once helped him.
Meanwhile, Kiren sat at a corner table, typing a report on her tablet, occasionally glancing up — first at Alan, then at Alex.
Alex didn't even need to look at the screen to guess what she was writing. He was almost certain Kiren had just listed him under "anomalies at large." By now, she had likely figured out that he wasn't a member of the Men of Letters at all. But Alex didn't care. His goal was simple — to meet Jesse Faden and propose an alliance.
An hour passed. The diner buzzed with a cozy, familiar warmth — laughter, coffee orders, the clinking of cups. Everything was peaceful… until an armored FBC transport truck pulled up outside the Oh Deer Diner.
Kiren instantly shut off her tablet and stepped outside. Alex, Emmet, Saga, and Casey turned their heads toward the window. Outside, Kiren was speaking with a woman in a sharp, tailored suit — her manner was cold, but her eyes spoke volumes. As they talked, the woman's expression shifted — surprise, interest, mild irritation. When Kiren finished, the woman nodded and turned her gaze toward the diner.
For a brief moment, their eyes met. She looked straight at Alex, studying him intently. He rolled his eyes in exaggerated annoyance and looked away. Emmet nearly burst out laughing — he knew exactly who that woman was.
Her name was Elena Flores — Kiren's direct superior. She had arrived in person to oversee the investigation after Kiren filed her support request.
A few minutes later, Kiren returned to the diner. Approaching Alan, she leaned in and whispered something quietly into his ear. Alan stood up, clearly preparing to leave with her.
As Kiren passed by, Alex handed her a business card with his number. She gave a short nod, accepted it, and without saying a word, walked out together with Wake. The FBC agents followed, heading back to the armored truck. Within moments, the vehicle disappeared around the corner.
"I wonder where they're taking Wake," Casey said, taking a sip of his hot coffee.
"To the Oldest House," Alex replied, stretching lazily. "He'll be safe there."
"How do you know that? And what even is that place?" Saga asked, crossing her arms and leaning her elbows on the table.
"How do I know?.." Alex repeated with a sly smile. "Well, while Kiren was writing her report, I might've accidentally hacked her tablet. That gave me access to the FBC's internal systems. The Oldest House is their main headquarters in New York. The building itself is one massive anomaly. Even the FBC agents don't know how or when it appeared. Think of it like the Dark Place — only not as… creepy. They store and study the most dangerous objects there." He showed his phone screen as proof.
"Wait," Casey said in disbelief. "You're telling me you hacked into the database of the FBC — a classified government agency — using your phone?"
"Well, sort of, yeah," Alex said casually. "And not just the FBC. I've had access to every police department database and even the FBI for a while now. Though technically, it wasn't me — it was my wife, from her tablet. But thanks to that, I've learned a ton of interesting stuff. So yeah, all good." He grinned and gave two thumbs up.
"You do realize we're FBI agents and could theoretically arrest you for that, right?" Saga said with a mischievous smile.
"Well, you could try, Saga. But I run really fast," Alex smirked. "Besides, you wouldn't do that. We're best buddies, aren't we?" he added with an exaggeratedly innocent smile.
"Fine," Saga said, turning away as if she hadn't heard a thing. "I'll just say I didn't see or hear how you hacked our database. It never happened."
Alex chuckled in satisfaction, and Casey muttered quietly, "What a guy…" — though there was a faint smile on his face too.
Alex laughed, and soon his contagious laughter spread to Saga, then to Emmet and Casey. For several minutes, the four of them just laughed together, letting go of the tension that had built up over the past few days.
When the laughter finally subsided, it was time to say goodbye.
Before leaving, Saga approached Thor and Odin.
"I promise I'll bring your great-granddaughter to visit you someday," she said with a warm smile.
The two old men lit up with pure joy, their eyes sparkling as if new life had been kindled in them.
Alex didn't stay out of it either. He approached them, glanced around to make sure no one was watching, and pulled a bottle of wine from Valhalla out of his coat.
"In case you feel like celebrating," he winked, handing it over.
Stepping outside the diner, Alex handed Saga a business card with his number — "just in case."
Saga hugged Emmet and Alex one after the other.
"Thank you for everything. We couldn't have done it without you," she said sincerely.
Casey, in turn, shook their hands and added with a grin,
"If you're ever near my place, stop by. Beer's on me."
"Deal," Alex replied with a smirk, and they exchanged short nods.
As Saga and Casey headed toward their bureau car, Alex and Emmet climbed back into the Impala.
Alex lowered his head onto the steering wheel and let out a heavy sigh. Emmet, arms crossed over his chest, mirrored the gesture. For a few seconds, they just sat there in silence — then both burst out laughing.
"That was one hell of a ride — awesome, but seriously weird," Emmet said with a grin.
"You're telling me," Alex replied, starting the engine. "Even I've never dealt with something like that before."
"By the way, did you manage to get in touch with Amara? You know, that goddess you mentioned?" Emmet asked, cracking the window open.
"Yeah, I did. We talked. Let's just say I've got myself an ally now. I just need to have a word with Billy," Alex said, steering onto the road.
"Billy? Is that a man or a woman?" Emmet raised a brow.
"Hmm… hard to explain. Right now, she plays the role of Death in this world. She knows who Chuck is, but she can't interfere — rules and all," Alex explained calmly, eyes fixed on the road ahead.
"Rules…" Emmet muttered. "Well, good luck with that. You think we'll make it to Forks by noon?"
"Who knows. But I think we will. It's only about an hour and a half away," Alex said, lighting a cigarette with one hand while keeping the other on the wheel.
Emmet nodded. He was already imagining coming home to Rosalie — and how she'd react to the souvenirs from their little "trip."
As the Impala left the Bright Falls area, a clone of Alex suddenly materialized in the back seat. The clone yawned lazily before dissolving into white smoke, leaving behind a dozen angelic blades.
Alex blinked — he'd completely forgotten that he'd sent his clone to keep angels and demons away from Cauldron Lake.
Emmet curiously picked up one of the blades, examining it in the sunlight.
"I've seen a blade just like this with Kiren when we were fighting the Taken," he said, turning it in his hand.
Alex turned on the radio, and an old rock song filled the car. The road stretched endlessly ahead, clouds drifted slowly across the sky, and the Impala's engine purred with steady confidence.
The journey home had begun.
To be continued…
(Well, I tried to bring everything to a normal ending, because I couldn't just write, "Alan is saved and everyone went home." That would be boring. And the get-together in the cafe, I think that's a normal ending for a story like this. Anyway, back to Forks, and the rest of the events.)
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