This Chapter deals with Henry. I apology if I go more psychological than convocation but I will try to have more convo's in the stories. I believe that each Silent Hill game are connect in some way or another. This chapter is dedicated to the people who gave this story their time of day.

Silent Hill and the characters belong to Konami.

Henry was starting to think he made a big mistake. Scratch that, he knew he made a mistake by staying in room 302. He was not as lucky as Eileen; who had a boyfriend to go live with. The only home he knew outside his childhood was now a reminder of hell.

The only good thing he considered was his steady job at a local newspaper. A job he was able to get three months after being trapped in hell. The job gave him the freedom to keep away from people, something he was thankful for. He always took the jobs that no one else wanted, meaning he always seemed to be on assignment.

The assignments were simple ones that he could do with ease. The jobs kept him out of his world and kept him reality. Each day helped him stay out of his nightmares and inner world. The nightmares still plagued his sleep causing him the insomnia that has last for around a year. They were all the same; always about the man in the over coat and Eileen's death.

His dreams were not a subject he enjoyed discussing. His dreams caused three neighbors to move out in that last seven months. Even with Eileen's constant presence in his life, he still feared that they would be thrown back into the hellish world of Walters own creation.

The morning was still young for him. He had gotten an assignment from his editor a week ago. He was to go to the neighboring city of Shepherd's Glen. To take pictures of the ghost town it had become. Henry was not too keen into going to a town so close to Silent Hill, he was still questioning himself about staying in South Ashfield.

Frank was as amazed with Henry's choice as well. Frank once told him that he was surprised that he decided to stay in his room. That with every oddity that happened to him within that week of being a prisoner in his own home, he managed to keep sane after the fact.

Frank always gave Henry a silent understanding. After escaping from his room, Frank always gave him a guilty look, like he was at fault for what happened. That somehow, through some miracle, he could have prevented what happened to Henry and Eileen.

"Life cannot get worse, remember that." Henry would tell himself this every morning and he was right. Nothing could get any worse than they were already. Today he was even going to go out to dinner with Eileen and her boyfriend Gordon. A rare treat when both parties were still getting used to being in reality.

He was going to be late if he didn't get his stuff in gear. The weather had been on the bad side for about two weeks. Early snow showers had made traveling unbearable, the roads were filled with drifting snow and black ice.

With his bag in hand and camera around his neck, Henry headed towards his front door. He was taken aback when he heard voices outside his apartment. 'Frank must be showing a new tenant room 301.' Henry started to wonder how long this one will last. 'Probably when I get the dumb idea and try to sleep at night." Sighing to himself, he took his keys out of his pocket and walked out the door.

The man standing next to Frank was just as curious with Henry then Henry was with him. The stranger was younger than the usually people who decided to try to live in the room. Plus he was not bad to look at. That thought made Henry grown and his face turned scarlet. He did not need this at the moment; he just needed to get the hell out and away to his job.

Frank looked up from what he was doing and smiled at Henry. "Ah Henry good timing, I would like you to meet your new neighbor and the buildings new handy man."

Oh great now things were going to hell in a hand basket for him.

A/N. The problem with having Friday's off is trying to get up the motivation to do homework, than writing. dang you muse.