Disclaimer: I don't own Silent Hill.

Henry felt like breathing a huge sigh of relief - if he could breathe. As it were, his lungs pierced by cracked ribs were flooding with blood making him incapable of breathing. No matter, because he could not feel much. He had been hit by a commercial truck while crossing the street, and most of his body was broken.

He was dying, and he was all right with that.

Life had been a painful charade after the murders. He knew that the experiences had left him crippled. He had lived in constant unease that more evil would follow him. He was glad for Eileen but found her company a painful reminder of events he wanted to forget. Nightmares had felt too real, and he'd often gone through torturous queries to himself of what was and was not reality.

So now, it was a relief to know that he could stop.

That dim morning as he lay surrounded by crying onlookers and panicked voices, Henry died.

"Hello, Henry."

Henry opened his eyes to see a smiling man.

"Who are you?"

It was a very quiet place.

"I'm Jesus. It's good to see you."

"I'm dead. Where are we?"

"Yes. Well, you're with me. I'd like to show you some people."

"Okay."

"Here," Jesus brought forward a small child. Walter Sullivan.

Henry took a deep breath, heart hammering.

"Why-?"

"He has something to say to you."

Little Walter looked up at Henry with tears in his eyes.

"I'm sorry."

Henry froze.

"Is this a dream? Shouldn't I be dead?"

"You are dead. You won't be for long. You needed to hear this from Walter."

"This child? That's not the Walter I knew. The Walter I saw was a man who beat and nearly killed Eileen."

Jesus was silent, then nodded.

"Yes, he has something to say to you as well."

"Henry."

Henry's blood froze as he turned around. There was Walter, but he looked different. His eyes were tender, clear, and focused.

"I put you through much pain." Walter smiled sadly. "I know how deeply I hurt you now. I'm sorry."

Henry was trembling.

"Why? Why can't I just die? Why this?"

Jesus looked at him.

"It's not over yet. There is still plenty of good ahead for you in life, Henry. But, you needed to hear Walter's apologies, because it was too hard for you."

Both Walters were gone, but Henry could still see them in his mind's eye: they'd looked so different.

He didn't want to leave.

"You don't understand. I stopped wanting to live years ago. Please. Don't make me go back."

Jesus held Henry. It felt natural, but Henry found himself collapsing in sobs.

"I promise you will be all right," said Jesus. "I'm always with you."

Henry cried more as Jesus held him.

In some moments, Jesus looked at him and smiled, caressing his face.

Not long after, Henry woke up.