Wait—why do I know you? [Tim Breaker/Warlin Door]
Tim advances a threshold and finds himself in the same place once more: the middle of the road to Bright Falls, a storm forming overhead, the man of his dreams on the other side of the car.
“Hey,” he says, walking around the vehicle. “I know you.”
“Do you remember who I am?” The man says in return.
“Warlin Door,” Tim answers. “Disappeared near Cauldron Lake in the 80s. Been in my dreams since forever.”
“I have dreamt of you as well, but this is only my name.”
“Why are we—” But Warlin steps away from his vision and into the road. Tim follows him, trying to call, only to watch the scenario—the road, the forest and mountains, the storms overhead—fading out and bleeding into another one, everything melting and reconstructing again by how far they step. “What—what was that?”
“I will ask you again, Sheriff.” Warlin turns around to present to him a motel lobby, yet they aren’t stopping, so the scenario isn't staying still either. “Do you remember who I am?”
“Yes, the man in my dreams. Pursuing me.” Tim sees the black and white colors of the motel become a greyish dullness. “I don’t remember anything else but it.”
Warlin chuckles. They’re in a wasteland full of empty recipients. It makes Tim feel frustrated and confused even more.
“Where are we going?” Tim asks then. “Aren’t you gonna answer any of my questions?”
His hand is held, suddenly, and Warlin drags him further into another cross only to stand in the midst of it. Tim hadn't noticed by then—too caught in the sudden changes and the surrealism of it—but a sea of endless waves stands between one door and another, and Warlin stopped right where a swirl of a reality brushed too close from theirs, ticking the Sheriff with echoes of someone else with his voice.
“I ask you instead,” Warlin says with amusement, a truth hidden in his tone that creeps the Sheriff’s bones. “Are you truly Tim Breaker, or someone in the wrong place at the wrong time?”