The road was becoming more and more distorted as Heather drove on, but her mind was nowhere near the enclosing fog.

The book that the cultist had left for her sat on the dashboard, the details of the white cover faintly reflected in the glass. Back at the apartment, she had tried everything to get rid of it. She set it on fire, only to wash ashes off of the untouched pages. She tried to soak it in any cleaner she could find, hoping that they would destroy the paper, but only her damaged skin reflected her effort. She tried throwing it away, but it always came back to her table. Finally, in a fit of rage, she tried to tear out the pages, but the indestructible paper tore through her hands instead. She had stared at the book for a while before finally opening it to read. It was a child's bible for the Order, small with the scriptures in large print. There were age-stains all over the book, unintelligible scribblings beside each passage, and the inside cover had mediocre drawings of what appeared to be people on it. Before each part of the scriptures, written in the margins, were stanzas to a hateful poem:

You lie silent there before me.

Your tears, they mean nothing to me.

Just wind howling at the window.

The love you never gave, I give to you.

And so forth. The handwriting was more clear with these, as if written by a different person. After reading through it, she set it down at her kitchen table and stared. She watched the book until she decided what was next was unavoidable: she had to return to Silent Hill. So now she drove, feeling stressed at what she knew could happen. She had been driving for a quite a while at this point, but she knew she was on the right track when the dark, ash-like fog started to roll in. The familiar sign came into view, and with it the familiar anxieties. Maybe it won't be as bad this time. Maybe they'll just give up. Maybe they'll give me cookies and milk...

She stared hard at herself in the rearview mirror, grim and serious, the tone she imagined she had thought in. But she couldn't hold it and broke out laughing. "Who am I kidding, this will never be eas-SHIT!" She pulled the wheel sharply to the left, causing the vehicle to swerve out of control. The adrenaline of the moment filled her blood, causing everything to seemingly slow down, and the dark blur that had been the cause of her action became a ...roller-coaster car?

It clipped the right back light of her car, causing the whole thing to lurch and lift with the force of the turn. It took her a moment of watching the ground and sky switch places to realize that it was rolling. Three times, then through the fog, Heather saw a massive opening above her, the car rising into it, and then she saw something solid coming at her. Finally, she felt a lurch of pain before yet another episode of blissful darkness fell over her mind.

There was a tunnel. It was metal, dark, and beginning to rust and corrode quite fast. She felt that she needed to reach the end, fast. There was a bright, nearly blinding light down there. It was attractive, beckoning safety and life, calling to her as she crawled. Pieces of the pipe beneath her started falling away, revealing an abyss below. She hastened, feeling everything come away around here. The light was even brighter, and soon it nearly encased her. She quickly reached for the light, but her hand was stopped. The light faded away to show a reflection of Heather. But... That's not me... Her hair was dark, and her skin was pale and splotchy. No. That isn't me... NO. The reflection started smirking. NO. NO. NO! Then the shade started to sing. It was a horrible voice, a twisted version of her own:

Here's a lullaby to close your eyes,

It was always you that I despised.

I don't feel enough for you to cry.

Here's a lullaby to close your eyes.

Suddenly, she couldn't hold her eyes open, and she calmly laid her head against the cool glass. Cool... Cold... Why isn't this right...? The mirror pushed her head gently. What's going on…? The darkness gave way to light forcing into her eyelids.