It was like they were living in a flashback. Walking through the fog again, the fog that covered the town of Silent Hill, on that day. Clouds were caressing the sky, blinding the sun, grey as plumb, and the fog was so dense, as impenetrable, avoiding them to see one the other. But that strange kind of nightmare ended, when they reached South Ashfield .. and the Mother.

The man stopped his steps, taking a long, deep breath. His blue eyes run to the big palace he was in front of .. how much time did pass from his last visit? In a split second, he remembered the last time he went there. He held his left hand in a fist, looking at the ground again: a young man, some flows of blood on the floor, an old revolver. A voice, low and evil, as the whisper of a lost soul from another world. " Get out of here before you really piss me off! "
Walter closed his eyes, holding now both his hands in two fists, white and thin, as if they were made of bones only. His eyes made return to the big condominium in front of him, and he moved a little his blonde head. This time, everything would be very different, totally different from the last. No one could separate him from his Mother: not now that Valtiel had come there, under Her Eyes, accompanied by her Promise. He looked behind, only then that unusual flashback looked to end. The Light of the Mother was there, she was looking at him, she watched over him every time, every where.

Catherine did arrest his steps just a few seconds before Walter, looking at the condominium in front of them. It was grey, as the fog that hugged him in a spectral embrace, there were a lot of windows, shining but quite dark, blurred. She held her arms to her own chest, as usually veiled by a big dark jumper, bigger than her real size, looking at the man again. She opened her lips, but every thing that ran away from them was .. silence. Perfect and inviolate, broken by the whisper of wind only. She kept silent, continuing to look at him, thoughtful, as enchanted. There was something strange .. something unusually familiar with that palace.

" .. are you alright, Walter? " she asked, moving only one step, to him. The man nodded, moving his right arm, to indicate her the main door. " Every thing is alright, Kate. Now .. we' d better go in. " he said, moving one step laterally, as he wanted the woman to be next to him. Catherine nodded just a little, moving again her steps, next to him: together, they moved to the main door, that he opened, and let her going inside for first, finding a repair from the cold air of outside. The hall was in order, clean and smelled like disinfectant , or something like that. She lifted up her lips, as disgusted, then she looked at the man, who was still next to her. He smiled, and only then she felt sure, as protect.

She remembered why they were there, o that afternoon. Walter smiled to her, looking over the fog that covered the Wish House. " You have to meet the Mother, Catherine. You deserve this. " he said her, returning to look at her, from behind the window. The woman stand behind him, and kept her left hand on the same eye, closed. She was looking at him from one only eyes, and trembled a little, to his words. In a second, she was thinking he was really going to kill her. " .. what are you talking about? " she asked, in a weak whisper, motionless behind him. He smiled again, making himself next to her. Catherine trembled a little more .. she was afraid, also if she knew she shouldn't. She didn't move, so fragile, without any possibility of defence from any one, any time. " I' ll take you where the Mother is sleeping, not far away from here. She is waiting for us .. there. " he answered, taking her left hand gently, to unveil her same eye, livid because of a bruise. A direct fist to her face.. Jimmy Stone. " I' m not strong enough to reach her cradle .. but she will let us pass, and find her. " he concluded, holding delicately her hand in his two. The woman looked at him, opening her left eye just a little: it burnt, and that was an awful sensation.

" Room 302.. on the last floor, I suppose. " she said him, while he moved his steps to the stairs, not distant. " Exactly, Kate. Come on, follow me. " he simply answered her, calm, as nothing could touch him, in anyway. She was about to move, when some one opened one of the two doors behind her, and closed it. She felt the eyes of some one looking at her, while she moved two steps, to Walter position. " Good Afternoon, Miss. " the voice whispered her, soft and tired. She looked behind, and saw the figure of a middle aged man, who was looking at her not far. " .. Good Afternoon, Sir. " she replied, looking at Walter on the stairs, as she didn' t know what to say. The man in front of her lifted up one eyebrow, observing her discrete, but quite curious. " My name is Frank Sunderland, and I am the Superintendent of this Condominium. Can I help you? " he asked, looking at the man on the stairs only now, as he realized about his presence only at that time. Walter moved a little his blonde head, while he moved his steps to Catherine, leaving the stairs, but his voice died when it was just bearing. " Ahn.. er, well, We are here to visit my relatives, who have been living here from many years. I' m not from this Country.. I am Spanish, my friend took me here. " she lied to him, but it was necessary, although she always hated doing that.

Walter simply nodded, in silence, but the Superintendent took a short breath, looking at the woman: non tall at all, long dark curls, a skin darker than the man' s one, black and shining eyes .. it had to be true. " I see. But if You' re Spanish, you should not know where they are.. right? " he continued asking, looking at the man then. He had seen him some where, some how, but he couldn' t remember what. The woman opened her lips, lifting up her eyebrows, and then looked at Walter, interrogative. The man looked at Frank sure, without fear, calm. " Of course, but I am here for this reason. " he replied, looking at the woman then, as to reassure her, in any way. Catherine nodded to the Superintendent, but he lifted his right hand, caressing his chin. " I see. Well, do you know where they are, here? " his glance looked to want to torture them, as if there was something strange, something unbelievable in them. " Of course, they' re waiting for us, Sir. " Walter replied, bending his blonde head, as to liberate the woman from him like this, and Catherine nodded again, moving just one step to the stairs. " Yes, Mister Sunderland. Good bye so, thank you anyway. " she made as an echo to the word of the man who was with her, there, taking the stairs, and going up, to the first floor. Frank Sunderland followed them with his eyes, still not sure at all about them.

Once they reached the first floor, Catherine stopped still next to the stairs, taking a deep breath. " We should move quickly, Walter.. I don' t want you to have troubles for me. " she looked at him, holding her right hand on her own hip, when the man moved his head a little. " Don' t worry, Kate. Nothing could happen us here. " he whispered calm, smiling again to her, as to reassure her in that way. She took a short breath, as to avoid the fear, smiling him in the same way. But a few seconds later, a voice thundered in all the floor. " I can' t take this anymore, just get the Hell out from here, now! " it screamed, followed by some heavy steps in the corridor.

Catherine looked at Walter, moving back of one step, while he looked at the end of the corridor: it was as he recognized that voice. A voice from the past.

Jeans, blood, screams. Anger, Evil. That man .. he didn' t want to let him see the Mother.

In a few seconds, the figure of a man, not too young nor too old yet, left the corridor. He worn a white shirt, upon green trousers, a dark green. His hair were short and brown, his eyes dark, caressed from the reflects of a distant, mysterious green. He mumbled something, looking back to the corridor. " I wont' be that generous on the next time, asshole! " he continued, closing his hands in two fists. Walter recognized him definitively.. Richard Braintree.

He looked at Catherine, behind him, who was looking at the man interrogative, full prey of all her own doubts. She looked at Walter, then, taking her hand in front of her mouth. She recognized him too. " .. so I was right, Walter. He is the man that I met in the police station. So .. he lives here too. " she whispered him, still looking at Richard, who looked in anger with some one, whose voice sounded through all the floor, soft, as distant. " You' re mad, Braintree! I' ll call the Superintendent, Sunderland, I can' t take you and your insanity anymore! " the voice screamed, from one of the appartaments. Then a door closed loudly. The woman closed her eyes, at that sound, while Walter came one step closer to her, and put his hand on her shoulder. Richard hit the wall with his right fist, taking back his hand, as it was hurting. He looked at it, shaking his head rapid. " You won' t pass this so easy, my friend. " he screamed to the voice, looking only now, behind him.

Walter was looking at him, without saying a word: Catherine was motionless, behind him, as she was afraid of that situation. When the man saw Walter, he lifted up his eyebrows, moving his lips in a tired expression. He took a deep breath, moving about two steps toward him. " Well, it seems that today I won' t have peace, for a minute neither. " he said him, looking at him from his blonde head to his feet, in silence, for some seconds. " What are you doing here again, little idiot? " he asked him, looking at him with a cold glance, as without emotions. Catherine was there, behind Walter, and she wondered about the man, that looked not to see her. So she move done step, stopping next to Walter.

Richard was amazed. He looked at her, opening his brown eyes wide her, while he stopped talking. Her face, delicious. How much time did pass from the last time he saw her? " .. good evening, Sir. " she gave him her greeting, bending her dark head just a little. Her long, dark curls slipped away from her shoulders. " .. Miss Velasquez, good evening to you. " he just replied, looking at the two.

Catherine looked at the walls of the police station, walking toward the main door, for going back home. She had just avoided a bad hit to the Wish House: the plot of some neighbours, discovered by her, by her sister' s formidable hear for being honest, who wanted to send some policemen to control the Orphanage. She was walking in silence, but Cynthia, next to her, looked like she was not going to stop talking. " See, I really don' t know.. how could them say something so terrible about the Orphanage? About You, my sister! " she said her, looking her angry, doubtful. Catherine stopped his steps, taking her left hand to her own head. " Listen, Cynthia, I don' t want to talk about this anymore. I will have to tell Jimmy everything about them yet, so stop it now, please. " she asked, looking at her sister serious, imperturbable. Cynthia moved her dark head quickly, lifting her hands in air. " I just hate people who have nothing better to do in a day, and talk bad about some one .. as you, Catherine! You! " she indicated her, with her right hand, continuing " You are my sister, I can' t let them take you in troubles, because you' re innocent. You don' t worth it. " she finished, holding her own hips with her hands. The woman took a deep breath, she was in front of the main door, looking at the sister. " You' re right, Cynthia, I thank you for the Strength you put in my defence. But now let' s go home, please .. I' m having a bad headache. " she whispered, tired, moving her steps again, to the door.

But she didn' t see that, in that time, another person entered into the Police Station: she hit him with enough violence to be about to fall to the ground. But she fell into his arms, that kept her away from the floor. The man looked at her, taking her in his arms distract, maybe with no real intention of doing that. But when she lifted her face to watch him, he held her to his own body. He felt like he was dreaming .. the woman he was holding, was the more beautiful one he had ever seen. Her face, so delicate and clean, her hair, dark pure silk, her cheeks, candid and smooth, her lips, that looked so soft and pretty. He felt like dreaming, and even if he was about to explode from anger, for her distraction, he forgot everything, only looking at the woman. " E.. excuse me, Sir. " she whispered, in full embarace, moving one step back, away from him. She looked at him, and then at Cynthia, who was watching in silence. " Are you ok Catherine? " she asked, moving next to her sister, and she nodded, looking at the man again. " Not at all, Miss. " he replied, shaking his left hand in front of himself. She was so beautiful, she had something that the other little woman, her sister, could not have. But he wondered what. Catherine smiled for a few instants, looking at the floor, but the man continued talking. He wanted to see her again, he had just met her, but he was mad about her yet. " My name .. my name is Richard. Richard Braintree, Miss. " he revealed, bending his brown head a little. Catherine looked at him, smiling again. " My name is Catherine Velasquez, Sir. " she replied, looking at Cynthia. " We' ve got to go, now. Well.. good evening, Sir. " she finished, taking her dark glance on the man, again. He opened his lips, as he wanted to say something, to stop her, but he kept a perfect silence. He stayed without a move for some seconds, before moving some steps on the right, and free the main door. " .. good evening, Miss Velasquez. "

She went away with her sister, who told her something he couldn' t understand. He followed her go away, looking at the street. What was happened to him?