Alex, Dean, and Wednesday walked behind Eugene, who seemed to have completely forgotten that they were searching for the monster's lair. His attention had switched to insects, and he enthusiastically described every beetle he spotted in the forest.
Throughout all this time, Alex and Wednesday hadn't exchanged a single word. Alex still felt disgusted with himself — he'd acted like a sulking teenager who wasn't invited to the dance. Wednesday simply saw no reason to speak first. She walked beside him and occasionally glanced his way: his expression shifted from irritation to resignation, as if he were deciding whom to punch.
What she didn't know was that Alex was nearly tempted to punch himself and teleport into another galaxy where no one could find him.
Letting out another sigh, he forced himself to focus on the task — the monster's nest. He already had to weave half-truths mixed with lies just to slow down the investigation.
After a few more minutes of walking, they reached the place Eugene had mentioned. Before them was a round cave — so perfectly shaped it looked as if someone had drilled a hole straight through the rock.
But Alex and Dean both frowned. They saw something Wednesday and Eugene didn't.
Dean was starting to get used to the power Amara had given him — a power that revealed things hidden from others.
A swirling black vortex of darkness coiled in front of the cave entrance, like a veil blocking the way inside.
"Please tell me I'm the only one seeing this… and that all of this is because I didn't get enough sleep," Dean said dryly, staring at the darkness.
"Unfortunately, I see it too," Alex replied calmly, taking a candy from his pocket.
Wednesday and Eugene exchanged confused looks — to them, it was just an ordinary cave.
Alex and Dean were becoming more certain that someone in Jericho was carrying a shard of Amara's power. And Alex already had a suspect — Laurel Gates. She had to be the host… but why did he see only faint traces of darkness on her, even though she was pretending to be Marilyn Thornhill?
"What are you talking about? What do you see?" Wednesday frowned.
"It's hard to explain if you can't see it yourself," Dean said. "But the entrance… is blocked. Like it's covered by something."
"And now we need to get rid of it. And please… let it not be the Fold," Alex muttered, barely restraining his irritation.
"The Fold?" Dean repeated, recognizing the word but not immediately remembering from where.
"I told you already. You were there. At Collinwood Psychiatric Hospital," Alex reminded him.
"Oh, hell…" Dean grimaced. "Once was enough."
Wednesday frowned even deeper as she listened to their fragmented phrases. Words like "Fold," "darkness," "blocked entrance" only fueled her curiosity. Eugene looked completely lost, as if he had no clue where he was or what was happening.
Alex and Dean quietly discussed how to dispel this veil of darkness without anyone getting hurt. Alex pointed with his eyes at the Blade of Cain tucked into Dean's belt, silently making it clear that it was the only thing capable of cutting through the darkness.
Dean gave him the look of a man who absolutely did not want to deal with that kind of nightmare.
Alex rolled his eyes and once again clearly gestured: blade, entrance, you. He even opened his jacket, showing he had nothing useful on him — no flashlight, no flare gun, nothing at all.
Dean let out a doomed sigh, pulled out the Blade of Cain, and cautiously stepped toward the cave. Standing before the swirling darkness, he looked at the blade, then at the void, having no idea what he was supposed to do next.
He turned to Alex — a silent question written all over his face. Alex made a precise gesture with his hand: stick the blade right in the center of the vortex. Dean nodded.
"Eugene, cover your ears! Quickly!" Alex shouted, at the same time placing his palms over Wednesday's ears, since she was standing closest.
Wednesday didn't even have time to realize what was happening — Alex had already gently pressed his hands to her ears. Eugene, noticing the serious expression on Alex's face, immediately followed suit and covered his own ears.
And at that moment, when Dean drove the Blade of Cain straight into the center of the dark vortex, a piercing, distorted screech erupted — as if dozens of voices were screaming at once, breaking apart into hissing, tearing sounds. A wave of terror swept through the tunnel, immediately followed by a sharp clap. A whirlwind rose, kicking up a cloud of dust, causing everyone to instinctively squeeze their eyes shut.
Even through tightly covered ears, the screech was distinct, and the shockwave rolled over the ground with such force that Dean barely stayed on his feet, taking an involuntary step back.
Before his eyes, everything still shook as he looked at the Blade of Cain: thin black veins slowly spread across the blade — as if it was absorbing the darkness it had just pierced.
Looking up, Dean saw that where a moment ago a dark veil had swirled, there was now a normal passage leading deeper into the cave.
Alex noticed the same and removed his hands from Wednesday's ears. She looked at him with an icy but curious squint: she only saw what happened after the strike — the flash, sparks, scream, and shockwave. And now she had far more questions than answers.
Eugene looked stunned: he had walked past this cave many times and never suspected anything like this was happening inside.
"I think that's it," Dean said, tucking the blade back into his belt.
"The sun is shining outside, no whispers, and no one came rushing at us. So we weren't dragged anywhere," Alex said, taking out a cigarette. "Looks like it was just a barrier protecting the cave entrance."
"What was that just now?" Wednesday asked coldly, not looking away from Alex.
"Later," he replied calmly. "The cave is safe now. We need to check if the monster is inside."
Wednesday frowned even more but nodded.
Alex approached Dean, took out his phone, and turned on the flashlight, shining it into the depths. The cave was much more spacious than he had expected. Dean and Wednesday exchanged glances and also leaned in to see what lay inside. Even Eugene couldn't resist craning his neck, though he kept his distance.
Holding the flashlight, Alex descended first. Then he turned and extended his hand to Wednesday. She looked at his hand for only a second before placing hers on it and carefully following him down.
"Stay here," Dean said, turning to Eugene. "You don't need to go into places like this."
"I wasn't planning to. I don't like enclosed spaces… I have claustrophobia," Eugene quickly replied, shaking his head.
Dean gave Eugene a brief glance, nodded, and followed Alex and Wednesday into the cave. Crouching, he moved along the narrow passage.
Alex went first, lighting the way with his phone. Beneath his boots, old bones crunched — small, large, broken. The deeper they went, the stronger the smell of dampness and stagnant death became.
At the end of the cave lay a whole pile of bones, and the walls were marked with deep claw gouges — traces of rage and despair. But the most disturbing thing was that two thick iron chains were firmly bolted to the stone.
Alex swept the flashlight beam across the walls, thinking over what he saw. Perhaps Laurel Gates really did possess a fragment of Amara's power… or maybe this place had been contaminated from the start, and Laurel had just stumbled upon it — then brought Tyler here to infect him and awaken Hyde, possessed by darkness.
"Looks like the monster liked snacking on Bambi's mom," Dean muttered, picking up a deer skull from the floor. "Poor Bambi's mom."
"And someone was clearly keeping it here… and feeding it," Wednesday noted, shining the light on the chains.
"So someone was training themselves a little pet freak," Dean said, giving the chains a slight tug. "But where's the little pet now?"
"Can the monster become human again? Or is the process irreversible?" Wednesday asked, sweeping her flashlight over the walls. "You said these creatures are embodiments of the curse of hunger."
"Theoretically… it's possible," Alex said, thoughtfully scratching his chin. "And if the 'Book of Shadows' is really as powerful as I suspect, then it's entirely plausible. But…"
"But what?" Dean raised an eyebrow.
"But it would be more like a split personality. And that's why we couldn't find any traces… you know what," Alex said quietly, glancing at Dean.
"So now we know someone has a chained monster… and the monster itself doesn't even realize it's a monster?" Dean frowned, finally grasping the meaning.
"And the person who transforms, can they notice it somehow?" Wednesday asked, turning her head toward Alex.
"Sometimes, yes. It's like a second personality: one sleeps and dreams while the other hunts. Presumably, the person might see… fragments of what the monster has done," Alex said, his tone slightly hesitant, deliberately leaving the thought unfinished.
He knew Wednesday was already suspecting Xavier — and his words were meant to push her toward the conclusions he wanted. For her, everything was quickly coming together: the monster drawings, the strange wound on the neck — it all seemed to confirm her suspicions.
Continuing to examine the cave, Wednesday noticed something shiny sticking out of the wall. She crouched and carefully pulled out a claw embedded in the stone.
Alex and Dean stepped closer. Alex reached out to take it, worried the claw might be contaminated, but seeing no dark miasma or signs of darkness, he slowly lowered his hand.
"So what do we do with this?" Dean asked, looking at the claw in Wednesday's hands.
Wednesday stood up, looking at the find as if she already knew how to use it.
"I have an idea," she said, putting the claw in her backpack. "Wait for me at the hotel. I'll be back soon."
Wednesday didn't wait for Alex or Dean's response — she walked out of the cave at a brisk pace. Dean shot Alex a meaningful look again, silently asking, "Are you really sure about your choice of girl?" Alex just rolled his eyes and shook his head.
Stepping outside, they saw Wednesday and Eugene already heading toward Nevermore. Alex knew where she was going: back to Xavier's art studio. And he also knew Xavier would be furious. For some reason, that thought only amused him.
As he and Dean walked back to the Impala through the forest, Alex received a message from Enid. She was asking what he planned to wear to the ball and reminded him of the theme — confident that he had no idea. In reality, Enid just wanted to pick an outfit that matched his style. Alex, however, hadn't thought at all about what he would wear.
He had completely forgotten the theme of the Raven Ball. When he learned that a white suit was required, he immediately refused — "I'll never wear white." Enid replied that she didn't mind if he broke the dress code.
While texting her, Alex and Dean reached the car. Alex kept answering messages even as they drove.
"What's got you so hooked chatting with your werewolf girlfriend?" Dean asked, glancing at Alex while keeping his hands firmly on the wheel.
"About the ball," Alex replied calmly, typing his response. "I'm not wearing white. That color doesn't suit me."
"Is it really necessary to dress the way they say?" Dean snorted. "I had a chance to go to a school dance too. Back then, I wore regular clothes."
"And why didn't you go?" Alex asked, turning to him.
"Well… you know what my family's like," Dean said, staring thoughtfully ahead. "Dad went off hunting, and I, as usual, got into trouble and ended up in a foster home for troubled kids. Honestly, I wanted to go. I really did. But… family comes first. Sammy was still little back then, and I had to look after him while Dad was hunting."
Alex listened carefully.
"You're a good brother, Dean. Really good. Not everyone would condemn themselves to endless suffering for a younger brother. Maybe one day, when all this is over, you'll find the peace you've dreamed of. Or maybe… your hunt will go on until the very end," he said quietly, staring out the window.
Dean gave a humorless smirk.
"You're right. Who knows when it'll end. But we'll do what we have to. Save people. Kill monsters. That's what we were born for. If there's peace at the end — then it'll have been worth it."
Alex looked at him and smiled. That was what he liked about Dean — his endless devotion to the job and to family.
And yet, Alex wished with all his heart that the Winchesters could have a peaceful life. But he understood it was an impossible dream. Their fate was eternal struggle, eternal hunting, eternal loss.
He knew better than anyone what Dean and Sam had been through. How much they had endured, how many they had buried, how many times they had broken and gotten back up again. That they were still standing was already a miracle in itself.
But what Alex saw in Dean's soul made him sigh heavily. Whenever he looked inside, he saw the fate of a warrior-avenger — one who, having lost everything, continues to fight without knowing fatigue. The same fate Alex had once seen in Doom Slayer — a warrior destined to endlessly destroy the spawn of darkness.
And Alex wondered: could Amara sense Dean's fate — through that connection that linked the two of them?
Looking at Dean, Alex made a firm decision: he would help him walk this path so that in the end, Dean wouldn't be alone… and wouldn't lose everything.
While Alex and Dean were returning to the hotel, Wednesday had already slipped back into Xavier's art studio to find samples for DNA analysis — she wanted to compare them with the samples taken from the monster's claw and confirm whether Xavier was indeed the same creature.
From Alex's words, Wednesday understood: a person who transforms into a monster won't remember their transformations — they will think they're just having a bad dream. And Xavier's drawings only indicated that he might have seen all of it in his dreams while becoming the monster. That's why he knew exactly what the creature looked like and where its nest was.
Rummaging through the studio, Wednesday found a blood-soaked rag in the trash and immediately tucked it into her backpack to take to Alex. She didn't find anything else useful and was already about to leave.
But, unfortunately for her, Xavier returned earlier than usual — and caught her in the act.
"How did you get in?" Xavier asked in a stern voice, glaring at her.
"Where did you get the idea of what the monster looks like? Or is this just a self-portrait?" Wednesday cut straight to the point, since she had been caught.
"Hah, you seriously think that's me? I've helped you twice, actually," Xavier said irritably.
"The monster saved me too, when Rowan attacked me. Or… maybe it was you who attacked Rowan?" Wednesday replied calmly.
"You're crossing all boundaries now," Xavier said angrily, pointing at her.
"I'm just trying to uncover the truth. And all your paintings — they're images of the monster that kills people in the forest and killed Rowan right before my eyes. And I'm not the only one who's seen it. The agents saw it too," Wednesday said, her tone still calm.
Wednesday's words threw Xavier off balance. He didn't know what to say. He didn't know how to explain that the monster came to him in dreams so often that he couldn't sleep properly. He didn't know how to tell her about the wound on his neck, received after one of his paintings came to life and attacked him. His silence only strengthened Wednesday's suspicions.
Gathering his courage, he tried to carefully explain everything that had happened. But admitting that the monster constantly appeared in his dreams only sparked a new wave of suspicion in her.
When Wednesday asked yet another direct question, Xavier finally understood why she had come. And the fact that she hadn't come for an invitation to the Raven Ball, but to check him for involvement in the murders, was the last straw.
Xavier snapped, unleashing a torrent of accusations — that she was willing to do anything for her goal, that she didn't care about other people's feelings, that she only thought of herself. Wednesday silently listened, her face perfectly calm. She denied nothing. She really didn't always understand people's emotions — but she certainly understood that her actions had deeply affected Xavier.
When his anger finally subsided, he exhaled heavily and said through gritted teeth:
"All right. Get out. I don't want to see you again."
Wednesday calmly looked at him — he was one step away from exploding again, like a powder keg. Without saying a word, she left the studio and headed for the main gates of Nevermore, planning to go to Jericho.
Meanwhile, Alex and Dean were already at the hotel. On the way, they had picked up a not-so-healthy dinner — pizza, burgers, and beer. The day had been busy and had provided plenty of useful leads.
As he ate his burger and washed it down with beer, Alex realized that he couldn't keep leading everyone around for long. But he wasn't about to miss the chance to meet Wednesday and Enid's parents either.
While he and Dean were eating, there was a sudden, insistent knock at the door.
"That's probably your pale little friend. Go open it," Dean said lazily, clearly making it known he had no intention of getting up.
Alex shot Dean an irritated look, set his half-eaten burger on a napkin, and stood up from his chair. He walked to the door and opened it — and there stood Wednesday, with that same calm, icy gaze of her black eyes.
The thing immediately jumped from her shoulder and raced into the room. Alex stepped aside, and Wednesday walked in without a word, sitting exactly where he had been just seconds before.
Settling into the chair, she opened her backpack and laid out the monster's claw and the blood-stained rag on the table. Alex and Dean exchanged glances — their expressions clearly saying, "So… what are we supposed to do with this?"
"And what do you want us to do? And… whose blood is this?" Dean asked, pointing to the claw and the rag.
"This is the suspect's blood and the monster's claw. Run DNA tests. I'll explain everything later," Wednesday said calmly, placing her hands on her knees.
"Ah, right. How did I not think of that immediately," Dean said sarcastically. "Wait a minute, I'll run a DNA test in our multifunctional microwave. You don't mind waiting, do you?"
Wednesday gave Dean a cold look. He just waved his hand sarcastically, indicating that her request was slightly excessive. Wednesday turned her gaze to Alex, who was calmly eating his burger, seemingly oblivious to everything happening around him.
Feeling her eyes on him, Alex lifted his gaze — and met Wednesday's icy stare. He slightly tilted his head and silently offered her his half-eaten burger. Even Wednesday's eyelid twitched. But upon hearing what Dean was arguing about, Alex finally understood the situation.
"We can do this. But not here. You see, I didn't exactly plan on needing to run DNA tests," Alex said, chewing his burger.
"You're going to call the office? Have them send equipment?" Dean asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I won't be doing it. You will," Alex said, pointing at him.
"God, no. Anything but that," Dean instantly reacted.
"Listen. For heaven's sake. Contact Cass. Tell him to come and pick up these items for the DNA test. There's my portable mini-lab in the bunker. Just don't forget to mention that my little ones should help him. I don't want to go back to the bunker… if it ends up as one big hole in the ground," Alex said, rolling his eyes.
"Now that's how you start. But are you sure it's safe to trust Cass with this? He barely figured out how to use a phone. The most he can do is switch channels," Dean remarked, expressing doubt.
"That's why I said: let my little ones help him. They know what to do," Alex replied calmly.
Then it hit Dean: he had completely forgotten about GIR, MIMI, and Stitch — Castiel's new friends. Not to mention Lucina, Samantha, and Alice, who were also in the bunker and could help with the analysis.
Nodding, Dean gave Alex a look that said: he wouldn't be able to call Cass while Wednesday was here. Alex said nothing, gave a thumbs-up, and grabbed the keys to the Impala — it was time to take Wednesday back to Nevermore.
Wednesday simply observed the conversation. She was particularly curious about those "little ones" Alex had mentioned.
Stepping outside, Alex lit a cigarette and headed toward the Impala. Wednesday walked beside him.
"What little ones were you talking about?" she asked, keeping her eyes on him.
"My familiars. Basically… very restless helpers who can create chaos out of nothing. In the middle of that chaos, a whole city could burn down," Alex said, approaching the car.
"I see… And what was that near the monster's cave?" Wednesday asked, staring intently into his eyes.
"Did you forget our deal? You'll have to pay something more valuable for the answer to that question," Alex replied with a faint smile.
"And what do you want?" Wednesday raised an eyebrow slightly.
"As I said: you decide the price. You determine whether the reward is worth the answer. And I warn you — the answer will astonish you," Alex said, smiling wider.
"Stay right there," Wednesday said calmly.
Alex raised an eyebrow, looked at her, and without a word, closed the Impala door. He leaned against the roof of the car, waiting for her decision.
Wednesday, standing a few steps away, fell into thought. What could be considered a worthy price for an answer to her question?
No matter how much she tried to analyze what had happened at the cave, she knew she couldn't explain what she had seen. She had only seen the cave's entrance, but the moment Dean drove the blade into the darkness, sparks had flown, a distorted screech had erupted, and then a shockwave had rattled even the trees.
Wednesday was fully aware of her limits. She knew there were many things simply unknown to her. The longer she thought, the more tangled she became in what could be considered a worthy price for the answer.
She frowned deeper and deeper until her gaze settled on Alex, who was standing calmly, leaning on the Impala's roof, watching her with mild interest.
For some reason, their recent conversation came to her mind. His reaction when she had invited Xavier to the Crow Ball. The words he had said… about how important the slowly developing connection between them was to him. And also — Thing's words, claiming that Alex was more interested in her than he let on.
And strangely enough, only one option for a "price" had stuck in her mind — one she herself considered significant enough.
Frowning slightly, Wednesday calmly circled the Impala and stopped directly in front of Alex.
He turned to her — she was frowning, but didn't look angry. Rather… determined.
And then it happened — something Alex definitely was not ready for.
Without giving him even a second to react, Wednesday grabbed him by the collar, yanked him toward herself — and her cold lips touched his.
The kiss was quick, like a sudden gust of wind, but it left a black trace of her lipstick on his mouth.
In that moment, everyone was stunned: Alex, and the girls from his family who were watching the live feed. No one expected that the ice around Wednesday's heart had melted enough for her to make the first move herself.
Even Thing, sitting on the Impala's roof, nearly fell off from sheer shock.
Wednesday released his collar. Alex froze, eyes wide open.
Seeing his expression, Wednesday wondered for a moment: why hadn't touching Alex triggered a vision again? And why was there this strange… pleasant aftertaste inside her? Not nearly as horrifying a sensation as she had expected.
"I believe that's sufficient payment for the answer," she said flatly, looking Alex straight in the eyes.
"Uh… y-yeah… quite enough," Alex muttered, clearing his throat and trying to pull himself together. "Payment accepted. But… the story is long. I can't explain it all at once. And you already have what will give you the answer."
"What do you mean? Are you trying to dodge the question?" Wednesday asked coldly, pulling out a knife.
"Wait! Before you decide to stab me in the chest," Alex raised his hands, "the answer you're looking for is already in the books I gave you. Everything you saw near the monster's cave is in Departure and The Return. Everything that happened is tied to what's written there. You… didn't read them?"
"Why should any of that be written in books?" Wednesday narrowed her eyes dangerously. "If you don't answer, I won't mind killing you and burying the body. No one will ever know what happened here."
"Thirteen years ago, Alan Wake and his wife, Alice, came to Bright Falls and became trapped by a certain entity," Alex began quickly but steadily. "The books describe what that entity is, what it can do, and what the Fold is. I told you — Alan wrote himself into the story for a reason. All the answers are there. And trust me, it's much more interesting to read it yourself. I can't retell it all in detail… and we don't have much time."
Gently but firmly, he took Wednesday's hand — the one holding the knife — so she wouldn't accidentally… or intentionally stab him.
"You're not lying?" she asked, narrowing her eyes further.
"Of course not. If you want, I can send you the recording of my mission. You'll see everything with your own eyes," Alex said, still holding her hand.
Wednesday stared at him for several seconds, as if deciding whether it was worth continuing the argument, then slowly nodded, folded the knife, and slid it back into her pocket. After that, she silently headed for the car.
Alex let out a relieved breath. He didn't care in the slightest that someone tried to stab him — the blade wouldn't have left so much as a scratch on his skin. He would've survived a supernova or even the destruction of an entire galaxy.
What he really wanted to avoid was Wednesday continuing to try killing him. Even if nothing would work on him, the very idea that she'd persistently look for ways… could exhaust anyone.
Sighing, Alex looked at Thing, who was still in deep shock from what had happened. Alex held out his hand, and Thing immediately jumped onto it. Alex sat behind the wheel, and Thing skillfully moved onto Wednesday's shoulder.
Starting the engine, Alex replayed the recent kiss in his mind — and, honestly, he was more than satisfied with it.
Driving out of town, Alex glanced at Wednesday — she was staring out the window, clutching her backpack tightly.
"If you tell anyone what happened, I'll kill you," Wednesday said, slowly turning her head toward him.
"You think anyone would believe me if I said Wednesday Addams kissed me? They'd sooner believe a meteor fell on me," Alex replied with a chuckle.
"Still. Better keep quiet. Or… should I sew your mouth shut? To be sure." Her gaze grew even heavier.
"Whatever you wish, my dear Wednesday. By the way, about the recording of my mission — I'll send it to Enid. Ask her to play the video on her laptop. The file will already be edited so you won't waste hours watching it."
"How long did that take?" Wednesday asked, showing a hint of curiosity.
"Three days. But the timing there… it's complicated. After watching, you'll get all the answers yourself. And believe me, you've definitely never seen anything like it," Alex said, smiling faintly.
"I'll hope so," she replied quietly, staring out the window again.
Alex exhaled and took out his phone, quickly messaging GIR to prepare the proper version of the recording, cutting out everything Wednesday shouldn't see.
A few minutes later, GIR sent the finished file — carefully cleaned, leaving only the most important parts. Alex trusted GIR completely. Yes, he was a crazy robo-dog, fanatically loyal to the Emperor of Humanity, but in matters like this, he was reliable.
When they reached the gates of Nevermore, Alex parked the Impala and looked at Wednesday. She just nodded, got out of the car, and closed the door.
"Not even a goodbye hug?" Alex asked lazily through the slightly open window.
"No," Wednesday replied shortly, slamming the door shut.
Alex just smiled at that response, thinking that since she kissed him, sooner or later she'd want to hug him herself.
Meanwhile, Wednesday walked calmly to the dormitory, still replaying the events in her mind. The feeling caused by the kiss didn't disgust her — rather, it was a strange, unfamiliar desire to repeat it.
Back in her room, she saw Enid sprawled on the bed, watching yet another video, which Wednesday considered silly. Observing her roommate, she suddenly realized how far Alex and Enid's relationship had progressed — and didn't even understand why the thought had come to her mind.
"Wednesday, Alex sent some video and said I should play it for you. What is it?" Enid asked, turning her head while Wednesday changed out of her school uniform.
"It's a recording of his work," Wednesday replied, putting on simple home clothes.
"What's in it?" Enid pressed, unable to wait.
"I don't know. But he said it's related to those two books," Wednesday said, nodding toward the Alan Wake volumes on the table.
"Really?! Can I watch it with you? I want to see how he works too!" Enid said, almost bouncing with excitement.
"I don't care," Wednesday said dryly, which to Enid meant a definite "yes."
Enid immediately perked up, grabbed the laptop, and turned it on. A few clicks — and the file loaded. She even grabbed some snacks, as if preparing for the premiere of a long-awaited series.
Wednesday, however, sat upright like a statue, opened her notebook, and prepared to jot down anything of interest — so she could ask Alex questions personally later.
The recording started from the moment Alex and Emmett arrived in Bright Falls.
If Alex had checked the video before sending it, he would have known that GIR had edited it like a detective horror film, with Alex himself as the protagonist — the central figure, the person around whom the entire story revolved.
Everything looked so stylish, dark, and atmospheric that even Wednesday paused blinking for a moment.
To be continued…
(I just sat there and thought that such an act would be entirely in character for Wednesday, perhaps. But whatever, such a deal will happen again, I promise you, but when it will happen is another matter. Next, I'll try to combine the Raven Ball and what happens parallel to it. As I already said, an event will occur that will make Alex and Dean tremble in Jerko. And a small spoiler: this will be the beginning of Dean's rise. It has to be that way. I'm almost certain of it.)
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