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Opening Cutscene
Alan (V.O.): Back to the beginning, with the memory of the past loop already fading fast. But while it lingers, I know there’s hope. We are not doomed to repeat our failures in an eternal loop. This is a spiral. A fictional poet once said: beyond the shadow you settle for, there is a miracle, illuminated. I will not settle for a shadow. I will find the miracle. Through the night. It’s not just victims and monsters. I see now there are heroes as well. We can find our way through the darkness. We will break through the surface. We will emerge into the light.
Spiral Video
Alan: Time is broken here. Maybe time never worked the way we think it does. It loops around. And yet it goes forward. A spiral. I thought I was finding remnants of the earlier loops, earlier drafts of my writing. The murder sites. That I had left clues, mementos for myself to guide me on. But maybe that’s only part of it. If time is not a straight line, then there are loops beyond these loops, vast complex superstructures beyond what’s happening to me now, ahead of me, and I’m there as well, a version of me, something I have become, some elevated, enlightened version, an archon, a demiurge, a demon of some sort, playing a secret game, building something, his past self a pawn to get him there, a deus ex machina pushing me there. I hate the idea. A crazy, intrusive thought. And yet, no crazier than anything else here.
Alan (V.O.): Which version of my self was I?
First Payphone Call
Alan (V.O.): The payphone was ringing. Somehow, I knew the call was for me.
Alan: Hello?
Unknown Caller: Alan Wake?
Alan: Yes.
Unknown Caller: Do you know who I am?
Alan: No, who is this?
Unknown Caller: We’ll get to that later. There are spies all over. Shadows.
Alan (V.O.): A sense of déjà vu washed over me. Had I had this conversation before?
Unknown Caller: Alan, listen to me carefully. Caldera Street Station. The subway. You need to go there. I’ll call you again later. Make sure to pick up.
Alan: Do I know you? I know you from somewhere.
Unknown Caller: You’ve just forgotten again. We’re in this together. Don’t worry. I got you now. We’ve been working on —
Alan: I’m losing you. Hello? Hello? Ah!
Spark of Light Photo
Alice: Alan…
Alan: Alice? What was that?
Alan (V.O.): Like a ray of warm light, I felt her presence. It gave me strength to go on.
Night Springs Intro
Mr. Door: Good evening. A writer trapped in a dream world attempts to write a story to shape reality around him and escape. He is beset by visions leaking in from realities beyond his own. He uses those visions as inspiration for his stories, in hopes of giving them power, to make them come true. Us hidden few know that ultimately he will succeed, but before that, many of his stories collapse back into the stuff that dreams are made of, to remain as they began, works of fiction. And yet, maybe there is a gleam of truth to be unearthed from these tales, a rare glimpse into the unseen realities beyond our own, offering us intriguing avenues of contemplation as they transpire, in… Night Springs.
Signals Dr Darling Video
Dr. Darling: This is Doctor Casper Darling, formerly of the Federal Bureau of Control. I think this signal is coming through now — are you receiving me? Something shifted, the previously observed interference disrupting my broadcast is gone. A fluctuation in gravitational forces. Either something moved out of the way, or my relative position to it changed, the alignment and or the condition of this whole plane spiraled to a more favorable position. The ordinary rules of reality do not apply here. The best I can describe this place is as a dreamscape. But who is the dreamer? And how do you wake up from this dream? I’ve been taking readings with the limited equipment I have been able to secure. Some riveting data accumulating. Hypotheses taking shape. My struggle with this is that the way this place works makes any hypothesis immediately come back to alter and contaminate the data. Anyway, I have been working to capture, isolate and amplify certain frequencies from the background radiation ambient noise. Let’s see what happens.
Alan: I was caught in a loop.
Dr. Darling: There!
Alan: The deeper into the dark depths I got, peeling off the layers of the Dark Place, like the ocean zones, from twilight to midnight to abyssal to the deepest trenches, the closer I felt to going mad.
Dr. Darling: The voice, the narration… It keeps going forever. This leads me to believe it’s what’s holding this place together, it’s making it real. Is this the voice of the dreamer? What’s strange is that it sounds a bit like my voice.
Alice’s Photos
Alice: A spark, a bullet of light to push the darkness away.
Alan (V.O.): These were Alice’s photos. I recognized the style. One showed the Clicker sinking into darkness. The other showed a light in the shape of a bullet. They were important, even if I didn’t know what to do with them yet.
Collaboration Dr Darling Video
Dr. Darling: Time as a linear construct does not apply to this place. Is it because I never truly believed that was time’s true nature and this place is reacting to my thoughts or some other, more fundamental reason? I don’t know. That said, to the best of my calculations, subjectively, this is my day 665. It’s a long time. I have explored every conceivable avenue of research, exhausted every scientific method of investigation I know. All dead ends. To proceed, I feel I—I need something else, something else entirely. Some mad, creative mindset to help me. Not a scientist. An artist. This is a place for an artist. Oh, hello.
Zane: Hey man, how’re you doing?
Dr. Darling: Darling, Dr. Casper Darling. It’s so good to meet you.
Zane: Well hello, Darling. I’m Tom. Tom Zane.
Dr. Darling: Have we met? You look familiar.
Zane: You sound familiar. Hold on. You work out a lot, don’t you? I mean, look at you! You’re swole.
Dr. Darling: Well, I am active. You wouldn’t happen to know a way out of here, would you?
Zane: A drink?
Dr. Darling: Cheers.
Zane: Kippis. You know what? You and I, we should join forces. Come up with a plan for escape. Art and science combined to form an unstoppable force.
Dr. Darling: Yes! Yes!
Zane: Yes!
Dr. Darling: We have to start to methodologically test and eliminate various works of art within the bounds of which you can wildly improvise…
Tor and Odin Ending
Tor: Hey, kiddo!
Odin: We were afraid we’d miss you again! So good to see you!
Tor: Glad we caught you, kiddo. We missed you the first time around.
Saga: First time?
Odin: We’ve been performing on Door’s show. We finally buried the hatchet!
Tor: I haven’t buried shit, bro. We’re just helping Tom.
Saga: I’m leaving the Dark Place. Come with me.
Odin: Our time back there is done. But you got this, dear Saga. Ahti has set up a puddle for you to swim out of. Once more with feeling!
Saga: I wish we’d gotten more time together.
Tor: This isn’t goodbye, kiddo. Tom told us not to say anything about what’s coming, but we’ll see each other again.
Ending
Saga: Alan?
Alan: Saga. I finished it. The ending we talked about.
Saga: I have the Clicker. And the Bullet of Light. Let’s do this. I have to be the one to do it.
Alan (V.O.): I see it clearly now. This part at least.
Alan: Okay.
Alan (V.O.): We have met here before. Time loops in the Dark Place. Every choice you make affects everything that comes both before and after you make it…
Alan: He’s here.
Alan (V.O.): … like it does when you change a detail in a story you are writing.
Saga: Casey!
Alan: Scratch. Now!
Alan (V.O.): When the bullet of light blew the darkness out of the crater of my skull, the Dark Presence was born from the remains, feeding on the horror around it to grow.
Casey: Aah!
Alan: Come on, you motherfucker. Come on! Come home! Aah!
Alan (V.O.): It found me writing. Tapped into me, influenced me. I was lost in my work. The link was severed when I finished “Return”. But the Dark Presence was hungry for more. And I was missing the small part of myself that it had been born from. Alice. Love is strange. Even apart, we are still together in our memories. We put each other through hell to set us free. Again and again. Different versions of us. Alice helped me get there. Where I needed to be. It has taken so long. The process to change reality is so delicate, to be true in just the right way, and still find a way past our flaws. So many drafts. So many photographs. So many lives lived outside time, an eternity apart on this journey to finally arrive here.
Casey: Is it over? Anderson?
Logan: Mom?
Saga: Logan? Logan! Are you alright?
Logan: I had a terrible nightmare. Can you come home, mom?
Saga: Oh, baby, it’s over now. You’re all right. I’m here. I’m on my way home. I love you. She’s alright. Wake?
Alan: The ending worked. Scratch is gone.
Alice: At last.
Alan: Thank you, my love.
Alan (V.O.): And so I return. With me I bear the torch of knowledge, the light, the miracle illuminated. The Master of Two Worlds. No. The Master of Many Worlds.