[Confused and worried as he is to this new situation and unsure of how to adjust, the warmth of food and drink still go a long way to keep him in at least decent spirits. He's enjoying another spoonful of the soup when he suddenly hears an all too familiar voice.
His voice, but not.
The spoon clatters into the bowl as he looks up, hands immediately moving down to hover over his flashlight and gun. Alan doesn't want to start blasting away in a room filled with uninvolved townspeople (and some as new and confused as he is), but he's anything but relaxed as he comes face to face with the last person he wanted to see. While the appearance seems...younger, reminding him of their time in much warmer places, it's still unmistakably him.
He can't sense the Dark Presence within him the way he last was able to before this, too.]
The fuck are you doing here? Hitched another ride?
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His voice, but not.
The spoon clatters into the bowl as he looks up, hands immediately moving down to hover over his flashlight and gun. Alan doesn't want to start blasting away in a room filled with uninvolved townspeople (and some as new and confused as he is), but he's anything but relaxed as he comes face to face with the last person he wanted to see. While the appearance seems...younger, reminding him of their time in much warmer places, it's still unmistakably him.
He can't sense the Dark Presence within him the way he last was able to before this, too.]
The fuck are you doing here? Hitched another ride?