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[sameforme]

Fuck South Dakota.

And fuck Gordon for dragging her here. She was done with all of this, she's been done with it for years. More than years. A fucking lifetime.

Diane drains the last of the vodka from the glass and waits for the bartender to fill it up again. She's been hard at it since she woke up this morning, but it's not like there's much else for her to be doing while the others are up to god knows what and she's left in this shitty hotel staring at cowboy kitsch and waiting to be needed again.

She sighs heavily and takes a sip from her newly topped up glass, tapping her fingernails along the rim.

Sleep hasn't exactly been easy to come by since Gordon and Albert dragged her along on this fucked up field trip. Not since she saw...him. Her brain recoils from the memory and she feels the nauseatingly familiar ice in her veins. All she wants to do is go home and forget it all, but part of her knows how unlikely it is that that will ever happen. That tiny, annoying part of her that never lets her completely delude herself no matter how hard she tries to drown it.

Finishing her drink again, she pushes the glass away and stands up for the first time in what feels like hours. She sways just a bit on her feet and realizes she's probably been at this for longer than she thought.

Checking her phone she sees it. 2:53.

"Jesus," she says under her breath. Definitely longer than she thought. Time for a little fresh air.

She nods at the bartender and grabs her purse, making her way to the bar exit that leads directly out onto the street. She's in absolutely no mood to be dealing with the hotel lobby and the possibility she might run into one of her FBI keepers.

Pushing the door open, she stumbles slightly on the small step down to the sidewalk and drops her pack of cigarettes. When she looks down to retrieve them she sees...sand?

It crunches under her feet as she turns around to find the bar gone. The hotel gone. Her breath comes hard and fast and she begins to shake uncontrollably, her knuckles gone white from her grip on her purse.

"No." She shakes her head and backs away from the spot where the door she'd just exited should have been. "No fucking way. No. Not again. I'm not doing this again."

Diane squeezes her eyes shut and tries to clear her head but it's like all the alarms in the world are going off at once and it would be impossible to think past the noise even if she wasn't completely losing her shit. Even if she was a lot more sober.

With a sob she drops down like her strings have been cut, ass landing hard in the sand next to the cigarettes she'd momentarily forgotten about. She taps one into her violently shaking hand and it takes a few tries before she can manage to get the lighter working, but the first drag helps. Mildly. So she just sits there, smoking, staring out into nothing because what the hell else was she supposed to do. Because she should have known this was how it would end the minute they showed up in her fucking living room asking her to remember all the things she'd never wanted to remember and pulling her right back into all their bullshit. She should have said she wouldn't go. She should have done a lot of things.

"Fuck."

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[killwithmyheart]

Roland had gone into the woods. He'd been curious about why those who lived here spoke of it in hushed voices. Something was out there. A force. A presence. He hardly could believe something would be there and not come for them eventually.

He'd walked most of the morning, finding nothing. He'd gotten lost when the canopy thickened, tall firs climbing high. He expected to eventually find a demon. Instead, he saw sunlight and walked out onto the shore not far from where he'd entered. Odd, and he was certain he'd not gone in a circle.

He saw the woman in the sand above the waterline where the sand and round rocks had gentle water lapping up the shore. She appeared to be shaking, and she was no one he'd seen. He went to investigate.

"Past high noon, sai," he said. "I greet you with the warmth of the sun."

That was, he thought, an appropriate greeting, even though it was barely above freezing.

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The voice makes her jump, but she's already so freaked out it doesn't really leave a dent in her overall panic. She's used to panic. She can understand panic.

It takes a long moment for his words to filter through and she blinks at him, lifting the cigarette to her mouth and having more than a little trouble with aim. Her eyes narrow as she looks him up and down, not bothering to hide her confusion or her disbelief. Not that she ever would have.

"Ok, handsome. You got me. Was I supposed to understand any of that?"

[killwithmyheart]

"It is the High Speech," he replied. None here knew it, he'd found. It put him on the outside of the community- all these vulgar-tongued low men.

"Cry pardon," he continued. "You are not dressed for the weather. Perhaps I should escort you inside. Come along."

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She takes another drag off the cigarette and keeps staring at him. Eyes wide, blinking slowly, like she's willing her brain to make any of this make sense.

It's definitely not working.

So she does the only thing she can think to do under the circumstances -- she starts to laugh.

"Holy shit. You have got to be kidding me." She shakes her head as she stubs the cigarette out in the sand. "You're going to escort me somewhere? Seriously? Escort me the fuck HOME."

She shouts the last, and promptly bursts into tears.

[killwithmyheart]

She spoke like Eddie Dean and for a moment his heart cried out in mourning. How he missed his Ka-Tet, Eddie and Susannah and...Jake. Even Oy. All gone. All dead. Everyone who walked with him died.

"There is no going home, sai. Not until I find a portal to take us all to our own worlds. For now the best I can offer is the comfort of coffee and heat."

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She wipes her eyes with the back of her hand but it doesn't do much other than probably smudge her mascara a bit. She's not in any state to stop crying. Not really in the mood, either. At least if she's crying she knows this is real.

Maybe.

"Coffee is always good," she says finally. Her voice a lot smaller than it had been. She was too damned exhausted to put up much of a fight. She could always do it later if it looked like it would help anything. Or just make her feel better. "But really, though. I mean the whole ren faire thing is cool, you can definitely carry it off, but it's not exactly filling me with a lot of confidence here. You know, with the whole --"

She waves her hand around to gesture vaguely at everything.

[killwithmyheart]

Roland watched her with piercing eyes and stone silence. He was not certain what she meant, then decided it didn't matter.

"Come," he said, then turned on his heel and cut through to the path that passed through the village of cottages which lead to the large, ugly dome building where everyone congregated.

He did not look back to see if she followed.

[sameforme]

She sits stunned for a minute before scrambling to her feet, not particularly steadily. She's more than a little pissed this random man thinks she's just gonna follow along wherever he decides to go, but she does have some sense of self-preservation left, despite what it might look like to anyone else. And she's not about to lose the only semi-sane thing that's happened since she got pulled here. Or whatever the hell happened. And wherever here is.

"Hold up!" She quickens her pace but she's definitely not about to start running after him. "Did you say 'worlds' before? As in other worlds? Worlds other than this one?"

If this was some kind of alien shit she swore she'd do whatever it took to find Gordon Cole again and fucking kill him. Him and all his Blue Rose bullshit.

[killwithmyheart]

"There are other worlds than this. Some call them dimensions, or planes. Some know nothing of them. All worlds are bound by the Dark Tower. It protects them. Defines their boundaries. A great wheel with the Tower at the center," he explained, as he had explained to many others.

His stride was long, though he did slow enough to be courteous so she could catch up. About the time she was at his side, they were at the dome. He reached out and opened the door for her.

Inside it was clean. Immaculately clean. And sterile. It had no smell, not even the coffee that was brewed seemingly endlessly by those who came to the kitchen.

"This world, I fear, is beyond the Tower's reach," he continued. "I cannot hear its song here. We are Beyond."

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The alarms were going off again in her head, even louder than before. Loud enough that she stops dead, shaking from head to toe and forgetting how to breathe.

No no no no no no no...

She finally forces herself to gulp in some air and grabs his air, fingers digging into the heavy fabric and firm muscle underneath.

"This...this Tower. Does it have another name?"

[killwithmyheart]

"Keystone Earth calls it Heaven, I believe, though they also call it Hell. It is the beginning and end of all things," he replied. She stopped and he turned to look at her. Shaking. Scared.

Roland was not built for comfort.

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Heaven and Hell. Beginning and End. Dark and Light. The White Lodge...and the Black. Isn’t that what Cooper had talked about all those years ago? Isn’t that what has destroyed everything? Her thoughts drift to that place in her mind she can never touch and flinch away again just as quickly.

She wraps her arms tightly around herself like she’s done a million times before and breathes. Slowly. In and out.

“Diane,” she says finally. “My name is Diane.”

[killwithmyheart]

"And I am Roland," he replied, ushering her into the kitchen. He set about making coffee, now that he knew how to use the machine.

"You are welcome here, Diane. And safe, such as I can tell. In my days here, little has happened. There is little use for a Gunslinger."

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She sat down heavily and placed her purse on the table. Her hands still shook when she laid them flat but she was good at ignoring that. Years of practice. She wasn't quite as good at ignoring the sense of complete unreality, but she thinks she should have been by now. She's seen enough ridiculous shit at this point. It should be easier.

"A gunslinger? I keep asking if you're serious, but you are, aren't you. You are totally serious." She shakes her head. Rolls her eyes. "Fucking Blue Rose. I'll never get away from it."

She doesn't expect him to understand what she's talking about, but considering the crazy shit he's been saying, she figures it's only fair. "Are you an alien? Is that it? Tell me you're an alien."

[killwithmyheart]

"I don't know what alien means," he replied. "But yes. I am serious. It can be disorienting, the first time you cross worlds. This is just as real as what you knew before."

The coffee pot gurgled and hissed, the carafe filling with a steady stream.

"Once you have settled, I will leave you to explore. I must continue my search in the woods before it gets dark."

[sameforme]

"Alien. Like not human. From another planet. You know." Or maybe not. Maybe he really has no idea what she's on about. Or maybe she's actually dead and this is some kind of fucked up afterlife. Or maybe...

The smell of the coffee does a lot to settle her nerves. At least to the point where she doesn't feel like she's about to shake right out of her skin anymore.

"And also? Hell no. You're not leaving me here. You're the only connection I've got to...well, anything. If you want to go check out the creepy woods, I'm coming with you. Maybe you'll find a door back to the real world and if you do? I sure as shit am not gonna be sitting here while you walk through it."

[killwithmyheart]

"If you are to come you will need more functional clothes," he said. Roland knew he wouldn't shake her, so mat as well be sure she wasn't a hindrance.

"Upstairs is a trove of clothing. You will need a coat, and boots. Warm trousers. I'll not carry you back when you freeze."

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She raises an eyebrow at him, but manages to stop herself before she says anything overly rude. He's already agreed to let her stay with him, no need to make him change his mind.

"Yeah, ok. Fine." She sighs and pushes back from the table, a headache starting in the back of her head. Nothing too bad yet, still easy enough to ignore, but she knows from experience it could easily turn into something a lot worse. God she wants a drink. "But if you're not here when I get back, I'll --"

She breaks off, finding herself at a loss for what she could possible threaten him with, and ending at "-- I'll be really pissed."

The clothes were just where he said they would be and she refuses to let herself think at all about why all this stuff is here. Or where here is. Or anything at all, really, except finding something warm, that fits, and isn't too hideous. The coat is easy enough. And the pants. Boots take a little bit longer, but the fact that so much fits is...she's not thinking about that either.

"Good. You didn't leave." She tries to make the words sound nonchalant, but it's probably only partially successful. "Thanks," she adds as an afterthought.

[killwithmyheart]

"I would not leave you behind," he replied evenly. He looked her up and down, then gave a nod. "Those are fine clothes for a trek in the forest. Let's set out. It will be dark before long."

[sameforme]

Definitely an alien. Or a robot. Diane isn't sure which option would be less disturbing. At least he's easy on the eyes.

"Great." She couldn't sound less like she meant it if she'd been actively trying. "SO, Roland. Do you have a sense of humor ever or is this you all the time?"

She grabs a cigarette from the pack on the table, lighting it and taking a drag before she asks "Mind if I smoke on the way?"

[killwithmyheart]

"I have a sense of humor," he replied. "But now is not the time for mirth. There is much work to do."

He lead her back outside, much more tolerable now that she was dressed for the weather. One path lead to the cozy village where one house appeared to be under construction, and several had no light on in them at all. But that was not the path Roland chose. He walked into the forest. It was dark and deep, trees thick with moss and ancient and huge. Conifers and deciduous trees grew side by side, and every so often the path was blocked with the corpse of one of the giants.

Most notably, there was no sound. Not wind in the leaves, no calls of birds, not even the hum of insects. The vast forest swallowed up the sound.

"This is a different place," he said, stopping in a clearing. In the distance he could hear flowing water. "I have not made it this far before."

[sameforme]

She sighs and shrugs at his response, finishing her cigarette along the way but not bothering to try and make any more conversation. He doesn't seem to be interested in talking at the moment, which suits her just fine because she's way too unnerved by this entire experience and her thoughts keep spiraling in really uncomfortable directions. The empty houses remind her of...something. Something she can't quite remember and isn't sure she wants to remember.

But the forest. Oh god, the forest is something else altogether. She remembers the way that Cooper sounded when he was in Washington. Talking endlessly about the damn trees like he'd never seen anything so beautiful in his life. At least until the Lodge. Until he found whatever it was in those woods that turned him into something she couldn't even recognize.

She's chilled to the bone and it has nothing to do with the temperature.

"How much have you explored already," she asks in a hushed tone. Loud voices would seem wrong somehow in these woods. "Is everywhere this...creepy?"

[killwithmyheart]

"So far as I can tell, yes. Creepy," he replied. He stopped to listen and heard everything there was to hear. It amounted to very little.

Until there was a loud woosh. More than wind. He opened his eyes to see a swirling cloud glowing red, shot with black so dark it swallowed the light. It swirled and danced, the coalesced into the form of a man. He had perfect posture, hair yhat brushed his shoulders, and eyes so hard they were inhuman.

"Hello, Diane," it said, low and vaguely threatening.

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She sobs once. Loudly. Her hand coming up to cover her mouth and she hates herself for showing that weakness. She's been too weak already. He's made her too weak.

Diane never knew what it was to truly hate someone until that night. And she hates him even more for making her feel that.

"You fucking son of a bitch." The words are forced out through a clenched jaw, sounding fierce and harsh. "I knew this was because of you. I knew you did this. Why can't you let me go?!"

[killwithmyheart]

Roland remained calm in the face of it all. He was familiar with this demon. It almost was a comfort, dealing with something he was familiar with.

"It is not him," he said, not needing to know who it was. Seeing Diane shaken was enough to know the demon had chosen a powerful face.

He stepped in front of her, drew both guns, the heavy grips in his hands an extension of his own flesh, it seemed. He aimed not with hand, lest he forget the face of his father. h He aimed with his eye. Bth guns fired at once and the demon exploded from man-shape into the cloud of red and black once again.