After walking on the dirt road for a long time, they finally came upon a short tunnel and a gate leading to a concrete path. Feeling that they could be near the town, they increased their pace.

Henry's mind has been looming over James ever since Frank had asked him to do him the favor of accompanying him to Silent Hill. He rarely mentioned him too much, even when he was still living at South Ashfield all he knew about James was his name and the fact that he was Frank's only son and that he went missing five years ago. He really wanted to know more about him in the car ride but the elderly man fell asleep before he could bring up his curiosity. Another factor would be his shy nature and his conscience that kept telling him it was none of his business.

Henry looked at Frank who seemed focus on getting to town as soon as possible. He made a mental sigh and decided to go and ask him anyways. Better now than never.

"Hey, Mr. Sunderland?" Henry's voice was just a small airy whisper.

Frank looked at Henry and smiled. "How many times do I have to tell you to just call me Frank?" In all his life, Henry would have to be the shyest man he's ever met but he's sure he's had his fair share of fights. He remembered when he was locked in his apartment, when he finally walked out or rather limped out he was all battered up and his clothes had blood stains on them. He hadn't told him why he was like that but he wasn't gonna go and force an answer out of him.

"Oh, okay. Frank," Henry felt awkward calling him by his first name. "What's your son like?"

"Ah," Frank looked up at the sky, digging around for some memories of the good old days he and James had years back. "He's a good man. Devoted to his friends and family and will go out of his way to help anyone out," he remembered one moment when James was about 11, he saw a flower vase that fell from a third floor window and was about to hit the neighbor's little girl and he shielded her, letting the vase fall on him instead. "He can get a little reckless but he means well."

"He sound like a nice guy," Henry's comment made a smile appear on Frank's face who nodded in agreement. He couldn't help but noticed how fatherly Frank looked as he spoke about his son.

"When he married Mary, I knew he was going to make a great husband and I was right. He loved her to no end. But he begun to change when Mary died. I've never seen him so devastated in his life. At night, he'd lock himself up in his apartment and I'd hear him crying. It made me feel really bad to see a great guy like my son go through so much pain like that."

Henry couldn't imagine losing someone so important like that. If he lost Eileen, he wouldn't know what to do.

"Then one day, he got a letter and he just up and left. All he said to me was that he was going to Silent Hill to find someone and that was the last I saw of him," Frank sighed sadly. "He promised he'd come back, but he never did."

Henry begun to feel bad for bringing such stuff up. "I'm sorry," was his response. He felt that he shouldn't ask anymore questions, but there was one more that was still floating in his mind. "What does your son look like?"

"What?" Frank said, letting out a small chuckle.

Henry cheeks begun to tingle at the older man's response. "I-I just want to know what he looks like, just in case I see him then I'll know it's him."

"Oh. Well, all I can say is that he has blond hair, green eyes. He's probably about your height if I'm correct." Henry nodded, taking down the information in his mind. "Another thing, he should be wearing a green jacket. It's not so hard to miss him when he's wearing it, he practically wears that thing to sleep," he said, making a light chuckle, Henry laughed as well.

"Okay, I'll keep all those in mi…." Henry was cut short in his words. His hand flew up to his temple, feeling his head throb painfully.

"Henry? Henry, what's the matter?" Frank placed a hand on the brunette who was hunched over with both of his hands on his head.

"I-I-I don't know," Frank heard the strain in Henry's voice.

Suddenly, they heard footsteps coming from behind them. Henry, looking down had noticed a set of bloody footstprints that didn't used to be there. They go on to disappear into the fog and seem to be going in the direction of the town. What the hell? The footsteps they heard were fading along with the headache it brought upon Henry. He was finally able to think clearly once more. He stood upright and looked at Frank who seem to have noticed the footsteps as well.

"Mr. Sun… Frank, what's going on?"

Frank looked back at Henry. "I don't know, but we'd better get to town if we want to find out." Henry agreed.

They continued on anxiously on the path. Their eyes occasionally going to the bloody footsteps. Both thinking the same thing, but Frank spoke for the both of them. "Maybe it's a clue to finding James?" Henry quietly nodded. "I wonder where it goes?"

The men came upon a fork in the road. The footsteps continuing to the path on the right. The left side however was blocked by a fence making travel impossible. So they had no choice but to go right.

Fortunately the path led them straight into town, the footsteps had ended in the middle of the road. "Where to now?" Frank asked Henry who was just as puzzled. He's never been to this part of Silent Hill before. Frank sighed and decided to try their luck by walking around, hoping that something will pop up eventually.

Henry had thought how maybe this is kind of similar to the worlds he visited when he was still trapped in his apartment. He half expected a monster to appear just out of the blue to come and attack him. In that case, he quickly surveyed the area for a possible weapon, anything blunt that he could use just in case.

But while he searched, he noticed Frank walking farther and farther away from him. "Frank? Where're you going?" He quickly jogged to the old man's side who stopped.

Frank lifted up an arm and pointed into the fog. "I don't know why but something's pulling me this way." Henry gave him a questionable look, but the older man just shrugged. "I don't know what could be this way, but let's just go with this feeling for now."

Henry said no more and just followed Frank in the fog. In a short while, Frank stopped in front of a fence. "Gut's telling me to go in here no doubt," he announced to the brunette who seems to be looking at the buildings. "What is this place?"

"Could be an apartment building," Henry replied, examining a pad-lock hanging on the fence with it's rightful key within it. "Someone was here."

"Could've been James. Let's go check it out," Frank pulled the gate opened and they stepped through. The men now having to decide on choosing which entrance to enter. "We should split up for the time being."

Henry looked at Frank, eyes wide in horror. "Are you sure that's a great idea?"

"It's probably not the best, but we'll cover more ground that way," he replied, but Henry still looked horrified. Sighing, he said, "Don't worry. We'll meet back out here in half an hour and if anything happens we'll go looking for one another. Alright? Now, you go left and I'll go right."

Henry opened his mouth to protest but Frank was already heading for his chosen door and disappeared inside. He still stood there in the fog, his gut filled with worry. He wanted to run after Frank but he didn't want to annoy him in any way. The elderly man was searching for his son now more than ever. Henry started to feel a little jealous of James. Henry never knew his father, thus he grew up without a male figure to look up to. But if he did, Henry wondered if he would go out looking for him if he ever went missing.

Henry was taken out of his train of thought when he heard a hiss coming from inside the building. His attention immediately flew to the entry on the left. He heard more hissing and as it grew he begun to feel a faint throbbing building in his head. He also heard footsteps moving in an irregular pattern inside. The brunette approached the door slowly, eyeing it as if someone or something was going to open it. Soon he spotted a rusty pipe propped up against the wall beside the entry and grabbed it.

With the pipe ready he reached for the door slowly and pushing it open. He fully expected a monster waiting for him inside but all he saw was a dark room that appeared to be empty but the pain in his head told him otherwise. He walked in slowly, pipe raised like a bat, he looked around the dark spaces for anything out of the ordinary.

Then he heard the same hissing noise once more, but this time it came directly above him. Feeling his stomach drop, he felt a sudden weight fall on his back, wrapping it's legs around his torso. Having dropped his weapon, he lashed at all directions in panic. He reached over his shoulder to pull the monster off. Grabbing a hand full of it's loose flesh, he tugged at it harshly.

The creature made a hissing noise in annoyance to Henry's actions. Henry can feel it convulsing on his back. Not wanting to find out what it was going to do, he back-pedaled into a wall trying to knock it off. With three more slams into the wall, he felt it's grip around his body loosen. He pried it's legs open and it fell back on the ground. Quickly, he grabbed the pipe.

Henry stood over the monster laying in the dusty floor. It was none like he had seen in any of Walter's twisted worlds, but it wasn't too big of a threat to him either. When it jumped on his back, he expected some grotesque arms strangling his neck but it had none what so ever.

Suddenly, it begun to twitch and at that instant, Henry stomped on what looks like it's face. Henry's headache begun to faded away along with the creature's last breath.

Looking down at the creature, the brunette knew that there are bound to be more of them. "I hope Mr. Sunderland is alright."