Our run-in with the Siam complete, we looked up at the ceiling, deciding if there was any way out of this frozen, locked-up room, it was there. I climbed up onto Pyramid Head's shoulders and he stood up to full height, allowing me to peek around the floor above. With the go-ahead from me, he lowered himself to his knees again. With Josh's help for balance, I stood on PH's shoulders, apologizing as he grunted in discomfort. I reached into the floor above, climbing up with PH pushing up on my feet.

"Alright, Josh, you next!"

Josh climbed up onto Pyramid Head's shoulders next, hanging onto the tip of his metal head for balance. As Pyramid Head straightened up, elevating Josh to the next floor, Josh reached out for my hands. Tragically far, though; he leaned forward too far and got a pointed piece of iron in the worst of places. Josh doubled over, holding on for dear life to PH's helmet as PH lowered down again.

Once Josh and I were both up on the second floor, it was PH's turn. "Hand your knife up first, PH." He looked at me, then down to his knife, clutching it tightly against himself. "Oh, come on, you big baby. Do you wanna climb up here with that in your hand?" PH whimpered, stroking the blade. I sighed. "Alright. We'll try your way first." Josh and I reached down, taking hold of PH's wrists. He held onto his knife in his right hand, grunting a bit as we tried to haul him up. Whatever weight he may have had without his helmet seemed as though it were surely doubled with it, not to mention the knife. After trying to pull him up a few times in this manner, I shook my head. "Nope, nope, hand it over! Come on!"

PH hesitated a moment, holding his knife to himself like a treasured stuffed animal. He murmured a bit, giving it a stroke before handing it up. I took hold of it, set it aside, and reached down again. "Alright. Let's try it again." Our next attempt worked fine, PH hauled up easily to the second floor of the fire station.

The second floor was just as frozen as the first, with the addition of being horribly dark. Worse, though, was the sound we heard. Radio static was evident, fluctuating with every move we made. Josh switched on his flashlight, turning about to try and find out the threat that the noise brought to our attention. I watched the ray of light, trying to spot the radio. Usually it was orange, maybe green, and should be easy to spot. Easier, though, should have been the monsters. Where were they? I spotted the radio, running out to grab it from the iced table it sat on. Josh kept the light trained on me as I held the radio in my hand, peering about. "What's… Where are they?"

I shook my head. "I don't know… Maybe the Siam still isn't dead yet." I walked back over to Josh and the battle-ready Pyramid Head, glancing down the hole in the floor at the dead monstrosity. The closer I got to my companions, though, the louder the radio screeched and wailed. I frowned, stopping. I held it close to Josh. The static didn't change much. I then swung it over towards PH. I thought the radio would just about explode from the static it was putting out. PH tilted his head questioningly. I gave the radio a good look, changed the channel, and the static stopped. Josh raised his brow. I shrugged.

The room we had entered into was quite large, full of furniture. The furniture appeared to be bunk beds and night stands, if the shapes were any indication. "Where the firemen slept," Josh noted, aiming his flashlight around. "Hey. Maybe there are some spare clothes here!" I smiled. The thought of looser, warmer clothes was a welcome one. As we searched the room, however, I quickly lost hope. There were none to be found, unless they were under the ice somewhere.

After leaving the positively useless room, we made our way to the door, opening it carefully. Somehow, the door wasn't frozen shut, and we could step on through. With Josh leading the way, being the guy with the flashlight, I followed close behind, PH following after me. I could hear some sort of vibrating coming from his helmet, akin to the chattering of teeth. I glanced back over my shoulder to him. "You alright there, PH?" He made a shaky sort of noise, his arms wrapped about himself. He had managed to wind his belt around his knife handle, dragging it behind himself. Luckily the ice gave way just enough that it didn't screech. "We'll see if we can't find a sweater for you. How's that sound?" He snorted. "Yeah. Kinda silly. Maybe we can find something to fight. That'll warm you up, right?"

The hall was long, lined with several locked and broken doors. Josh and I took turns trying the knobs, saving our hands from too much of the chill. I carried my bag against my hips, keeping my hands tucked inside it as long as they weren't needed. I wished I hadn't thought to wear the costume. It was a stupid idea. Very stupid. "Damnit, it's so fuckin' cold!"

"Shoulda picked a different outfit."

"Why're you dressed so warm, anyways?"

Josh tried another door. "Well, it is winter." He shrugged. "Or it was when I ended up here. I dunno. I was on my way to photography class when…" He thought for a moment. "Wait, so… Yeah. I was walking across campus, y'know, to the art building, when a train went by. I remember hearing the horn… And then I got a headache… But then when I opened my eyes, here I was. Pretty much it."

"Oh, so you have your camera with you?"

He gestured to a door. "Yeah. It's under my hoodie." I reached over to the door, trying the doorknob. Remarkably, it turned. The three of us stepped in, looking around the dim room. The reflective sheen of the ice met us in different shapes than before, a series of cylindrical objects lined up against the wall. I stepped in further, gesturing for Josh to aim the light at them.

"Looks like a bunch of valves." I grinned. "Cool! A puzzle!"

Josh nodded. "Yeah… A puzzle that our lives depend on."

"Well, a puzzle is a puzzle. Let's look at this…" I peered closer at the valves, making note of the gauges on them. Josh watched expectantly, aiming the flashlight at each I directed my attention to. PH continued to shiver and rub his arms, huddled close to Josh.

"Well? Any idea?"

I shrugged. "I'm not sure. There should be a clue around here…" I started looking around, seeing nothing on the walls except a blank piece of white-painted metal behind the ice. "Y'know… This all looks like Shattered Memories, so maybe we should try it like in that game." I dug around in my bag, finding my cell phone. After pulling it out and unlocking the keys, I turned on the camera, aiming it at the metal plate. Sure enough, I saw some sort of shapes in the viewing screen. I snapped the photo.

The ice began to melt at a startling pace, bits of the walls falling apart as well. We all looked around as the room began to grow warmer. As the ice melted off the room's single window, I saw the building next door had a fire escape leading to its roof. "There!" I pointed to it. "That's how we'll get into the church! Through the roof!" I stepped over to the window, attempting to pry it open. No use, though, as I reeled back in pain and astonishment.

"What's wrong?" Josh hurried over. "What happened?"

"The window… It burned my hands…" I stared at the window, watching the paint slowly peel off and reveal charring that had begun to spread behind the paint. Slowly, flames rose from the window's boards. Not just from that, though; the room around us was likewise becoming engulfed in flames. I bent down low to the floor, opening the picture I had taken with my phone. "Josh. Help me figure this out!" He peered at the photo as well, and after figuring out a puzzle that would have taken me minutes to figure out (which we didn't have at our disposal), Josh stood up, the wrench in his hands, turning the valves in the proper directions. After the last had been turned with PH's help, water began to pour from the sprinklers in the ceilings, dousing the flames. I watched as the fires died down around us. "I wish they had been so easy on my house," I remarked. "They just kept spreading…"

"So this was just… This was just your memory. Wasn't it?" Josh raised a brow at me. PH peered over, grunting questioningly.

"I guess so." I looked over to the valves. "On the day of the house fire… The firemen kept saying that the valves were freezing up. It was like the coldest and windiest day of January." I furrowed my brow. "But I was helpless that day. This time, I actually got to do something about it."

Josh folded his arms. "Silent Hill has a way of personalizing to what a person has going on in their head. Jane, how much baggage do you have?"

I winced. "…A lot."