'Your mission is to discover what earth it like in the past, we no longer have any memory bases of it, we need to know, why is confidential and we cannot allow you to know, now good luck'- Last known recording Alice received before being teleported back in time.
Alice awoke in a dark forest, she looked around but could not figure out where she was, then she heard a man's voice, he sounded old, but hearty and genuine to each of his words "Hey ladies and gents, pat here for your night show, I'm here to keep all you late nighters company, and possibly even the early birds. Now if you'll take a moment to sit on your porch out front you'll feel an amazing crisp air as night sets in, the stars will be clear in the sky, take a moment to look up, and let them wink down at you" Pat spoke, slowly, relishing every word as if it was a loving creation he himself had made into existence.
Alice noticed a path and faced with next to no choice, began to walk down it. As she walked along on her right a massive lake lay, a bridge crossed the lake, beautifully silhouetted against the setting sun behind it, a man could be seen on the bridge, sitting there, kicked back, and if she looked close enough, a woman was hugging him, her head rested on his shoulder as they admired the setting sun.
As time passed she began to see a town just ahead up the road, surrounded in forest, sitting snuggly against the lake. She walked along and made sure she looked decent, flannelette clothing, casual jeans and indifferent shoes, she was set to fit in definitely, the cash rattling in her pocket would also help her get along with anyone interested in making money.
A fairly rough looking man over took her in a brisk pace, looking overly nervous as he briskly walked into the diner, double checking over his shoulder, taking particular interest in shadows of any kind, before walking in. only to bed assaulted by the waitress at the diner
"ALAN! Oh my god Alan! Alan Wake where have you been all this time! My god I've been so worried!" The waitress was all over him, clearly a "fan" of him
"I've been busy Brooke, I'd just like a coffee please" he replied, shrugging her off as quickly as he possibly could, not wishing to delve into details.
She slinked into the diner unnoticed and took a seat in the back corner besides a tiring jukebox, playing a tune one of the customers was enjoying evidently. She watched Alan as his name appeared to be, look around, suspicion clearly on his mind, until he finally got up to go the restroom, looking too nervous for it to be a quick bathroom visit.
She carefully sneaked over as if to go to the womens bathroom and noticed it was very dark in that end of the hallway where the toilets were, an old lady was talking to Alan. "You have failed Alan, your story was not enough to save your wife, and as such many have payed for this, think of that poor ranger, think of misters Stucky, you caused this Alan YOU caused it!" She spoke in a hurried tone, raising her voice occasionally. "Don't you dare write ever again you hear me? It will lead to trouble, your stories come true Alan, no one wants to read out their own death you know Alan." She spoke solemnly before leaving, ignoring Alivc where she stood, in a state of shock.
A single tear rolled down his cheek as Alan took in the news and began to walk away, head hung low, he's mood bringing a depressing aura around him, but still he was cautious in this state, fearing the darkness it seems, flitting form light to light to his car, where he drove to his lodge too quickly for the speed limit.
The next day Alice was dressed up in a waitress uniform, she wanted to get closer to Alan, he fascinated her, she couldn't stop thinking about him, it was not a feeling she relished.