Name: Anonymous 2011-06-29 23:23
The uneventful return to their flat wasn't just the return to an ordinary life, but a return to the writing. The writers block was gone, and the words flowed freely again. There was so much to tell. Alice didn't mind him spending the days curled up in his next masterpiece. She was always there to support him, and when he fell asleep over his desk she provided a pillow for his head. The days passed in a sort of haze that brought joy to his heart, and then one day, it was finished. Exhausted, he soon drifted into yet another sleep at his writing desk, this time with all the loose ends neatly tied up. There was a happy ending this time, where nobody needed to die.
He was violently shaken awake from his back hitting the wall with a painful thud. His head spinning while his senses returned for what would be the final confused minute of his life, he found himself dangling in the arms of a stranger. "Who are you?!", it growled. He recognized Alices familiar face, twisted in a frustrated wrath that had only hinted at its existence up until now. "Where is he?! What have you done to Alan Wake?!"