Epilogue:
The explosion of the Texxon station wiped out everything for a two block radius. Heaven's Night was blasted to rubble as the underground fuel storage tank detonated, causing a chain reaction that vaporized the club's propane tank.
Everything in, and near, the station had been reduced to a fine red mist, even before the echo of Arthur Faust's dying words faded.
To anyone beyond the town limits, who could see the horizon clearly, there was a flash that could easily be mistaken for lightning. The sound had been entirely muffled by the thick fog in some way. The unnatural fog seemed only to amplify for those within. Outside, it muffled everything.
Unseen and unknown to anyone but the creatures stalking the fog, the Gas Station and it's surrounding area did not remain this way. The fog swirled and twisted, spinning like a whirlpool.
The miasma enveloped the entire area, blotting the smoking wreckage from view. When the fog cleared, the Texxon Gas Station had been returned to it's original state. The hatchback was gone. Leaving it had been a mistake that The God would not make again. No evidence of the conflagration remained in the illusionary town of Silent Hill. The damage had been repaired.
All was well. All was normal. At first glance, it was a perfect town.
To Harry Mason, driving toward the town of Silent Hill, the flash of the explosion looked every bit like lightning. His daughter, Cheryl, sat in the seat next to him. She had been asleep for some time.
Looks like Rain...
Harry glanced at his daughter and grinned. Soon, they would be in Silent Hill. He hadn't been for seven years. It had been seven years since he'd last come with his wife, and three since his wife had died.
He was going to make sure Cheryl had a good vacation. And he was going to enjoy himself as well.
After all, it's Silent Hill. What could go wrong...?