Daniel tossed his clothes into a bag. He had on a formal suit, a very dark grey pair of slacks, a clean white cotton shirt, and a black coat. He accented the suit with a blue tie. He seemed to be mentally preoccupied, focusing on packing, and the events of last night. It bothered him more than he wanted to admit, but something was driving him to go.

He left a large sum of the pre payment in his house, "just in case." If something were to happen, he was sure someone would find it. He knew there was no reason for a dead man to have money. What triggered these thoughts though? Why was he still so willing – driven even – to go anyway with the thoughts and fears of being murdered? He was not sure, nor did he care. He knew what he felt strongly compelled to do, that was it.

He finished packing a few knick-knacks, and tossed his belongings into the back seat of his Camaro. He slid his hand across the visually crystalline paint of the roof. He looked around; he did not want anyone to greet him before he left. One last glance behind him, and he pulled open the door by its chrome handle. He slid into the leather seat, and pulled the seatbelt across his flat chest. Unlike many of the townsfolk, Daniel was not large, or muscular; he was not weak, but he was not one to be known for his strength.

As he pulled out of his carport, he got a sinking feeling, but he swallowed his pride and finished the maneuver. He drove full speed towards the north, with only a map with a circle on it, circling a finely printed word, "Silent Hill". He took a sip of his coffee as he passed a road sign, "West Oak City Limits – 20 Mi."

4 hours later, he pulled up to a rest stop, not particularly lost; not exactly knowing where he was going. He pulled open the steel and glass doors of the plaza, and walked in. The smell of the many restaurants and fast food joints flooded his nose. He paced over to the information booth. A young woman was working today.

"Hey there, ma'am… I was curious to know… which way is it to Silent Hill?"

She gave him a blank stare, followed by a simple question: "Hm?"

"Silent Hill… I'm an attorney and I've been asked to meet a client in Silent Hill… which way is it?"

She gave a look of pure concern, and without speaking, turned to the manager, or at least someone in higher control. She began to whisper to him, as he glanced over to Daniel. The man in a black tie and white dress shirt, bulging from his underlining fat, made his way to Daniel. He too, had a look of concern.

"Why do you need to go to Silent Hill today, sir?"

Daniel was beginning to worry. Why were they so bothered by the mention of Silent Hill? He glanced over to notice that some of the nearby cashiers and information attendants were also giving him glares here and here.

"I have business to attend to there… is there a problem?"

"Well, no… it's just…"

The man paused, coughed into his fist, fixed his tie, and then put on a straight face.

"Just keep heading the road north, you can't miss it. There isn't any road signs, but there isn't anywhere else that north leads."

Daniel felt no reason to stay around much longer. He was already at unease about going to Silent Hill already; he did not need anyone adding fuel to the fire. He gave his thanks and left softly. As he reached for the door, he heard a shout. It was the man in white.

"Hey kid! I don't know what business you got in that place, but if it's not too important I'd suggest just turning back, go home, and forget about it. It's not worth it."

"Thanks…"

Daniel did not know what more to say, and lead his way out the door and to his car. As he walked to the car, the man's attitude continued to bother him. He reached for the handle as a vision overthrew him. He saw something with a suit of a flesh color, so true to tone that it even seemed to BE flesh! Blood ran down its featureless face, and there was nothing but darkness around it. It lunged forward, almost as if it was attacking him.

Daniel did not know what he saw but all he knew is he found himself laying upright on the pavement, facing his car door. His hand was covered in a small bit of blood, presumably from the fall. He had scratched his right palm. He got up, and pulled open the door. He reached in the back and grabbed a handkerchief with his left hand, and wrapped it around his right hand. He pulled himself into the car, pulled out, and progressed towards Silent Hill.

The vision did not bother him. Why should it? He was already terribly bothered already. He knew something or someone was pulling him towards Silent Hill. He knew that he did not want to go, but he still was compelled to. He didn't want to fight it. If there was something strong enough to play with his emotions like this, he wanted to find out about it.

Not but an hour later, he came to a foggy road. This wasn't typical, as the roads before had been clear as day. He looked to the right and noticed a sign, slowing his car down to compensate for the faded vision. As he came closer, he could faintly but surely, read it. It read in big, bold, black lettering, "Silent Hill". He was here, and there was no turning back.