{Alan's Point of View}:
The day was now getting a bit darker, but Chris and I still motivated ourselves to look out for the others.
"Hey, can you tell me what happens to you?" Chris asks.
"What do you mean?" I ask.
"Before we ended up in this place..." Chris says.
"Oh... It was nothing," I say.
"No come on, you have to tell me. I'm worried about you," He says.
"What are you worried about? We should be worried about the fact that our friends are missing!" I say.
"Alan, you need to tell me," Chris whispers.
We both stopped walking, and I sat down.
"... It started in the car. I had a weird dream where it began to say weird shit... Words that meant something..." I said.
"Okay," He says.
"Then back at the hotel... When you guys went to go get breakfast, I could've sworn I heard something outside of the bathroom," I said.
"Like what?" He asks.
"I'm not sure... But when I went to check, I saw a red figure standing in the mirror. I freaked out, and threw the soap at it," I said. "But later, it wasn't there."
"Don't you think you were a bit delusional?" Chris asks.
"No! Okay? That's the reason why I didn't want to coke near this place. Lyona had the same feeling as my guts. But look where we are now..." I say.
"But that's not a problem... Look, we're going to find the rest, and we're going to get out of here, okay?" Chris asks.
"This is the type of shit I'm talking about. You and everybody else thinks that it's so easy... No, okay? My life has been about surprises. And I'm surprised that one of my favorite shows that was there for me all the time, has been a real fuck up," I say.
"What do you mean?" Chris asks. "Your life?"
I sigh, "My life has been shit. My mother divorced my father when I was barely going into the first grade! It was really hard on us. She suffered so much... He left, then my sister left... We had nobody," I say.
"Alan, I'm so so-" He says.
"For the rest of those years, I've been bullied. I had to live in an apartment, until I was in the eighth grade. My mother worked her ass off so hard, to get us a house we wanted, just like we had from childhood... She proved to herself and I, what "independent"really meant. She set a great example for Amy and I. My father is somewhere out there living his life with his "new" children, and doesn't care about us. He never did. If he did, he wouldn't have cheated on my mother..." I said.
"You don't have to tell me this..." Chris says.
"Do you know when was the last time I've seen my father?" I asked.
"No..." Chris says.
"When I was about six or seven years old. The last time I saw him, was before we sold the house. He told me that the cops were looking for him... Till this day, I never understood what he meant by that..." I said.
"I'm so sorry..." Chris says.
"Did I tell you how he left me?" I asked.
"Never..." Chris replies.
"He took me to the mall one day. I remember that the day was beautiful. We first walked inside, and he then took my outside. He told me that he had to leave me outside because I wasn't allowed inside. So that's what he did... I stayed there waiting for about half an hour waiting. I would always look behind me when I heard the door opening, to ever find him. I took awhile before a lady approached me. She asked where was my parent, and I told her he was inside. So she called HW police. When they got there, I still sat there alone, while the lady was speaking with them. People would come, and go... But then I heard someone laugh. It was a male's voice that laughed... Before, I never found Ms out who's laugh that belonged to. But I found out a couple of hours ago... It belonged to the figure who greeted us on that staircase..." I finished.
