Alan Wake awoke one fine morning and asked himself, Why do i still do that? He had truly begun to question his very waking patterns, but James usually put him straight about sleep.
"Yo, Unc, the human mind stores all of sleep minutes. It's like collecting debt. You have to pay at some point."
"And just WHERE did you learn this?"
"... I think it was the Psychology for Muggles book in your office."
Alan sighed as he entered the old bar. One of the few things that had never changed over the years was the lively Leaky Cauldron. It was a testament to the continuity of wizarding kind, and the barkeep, Tom, had seen many of the world's happenings start off right in front of him. Harry Potter, Tom Riddle, even Albus Dumbledore passed through those very doors. Today, Alan was in the mood for a stiff drink.
Still, he was also in the mood for a good talk. Probably with someone who was in possession of a smidgeon of intelligence. Someone with good sense. What perfect moment for the Hogwarts Headmaster to pop in. Alan began to talk with Tom, asking him if anything interested was happening. The innkeeper smiled his ever-so-toothy grin, but Alan felt the need to someone else.