Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Silent Hill 4 characters or places etc, copyrighted to Konami.

A/N: Well it's been a while! Nearly a year... -sweatdrop- but thanks to TornPrince'sSmile for poking and prodding me, I've finally decided to start again xD So thank you TRS! Hope you enjoy...

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Chapter Three

Gwen had just got back from the Ashfield Police Department. It had been four days since she moved to Ashfield and the blonde didn't want to waste time so she phoned the APD after Eileen, that lovely, young women with those beautiful green eyes, had left. She talked to the head coroner about getting a job as a forensic assistant or something. Ever since she was a little girl she enjoyed watching police crime shows and pretending to be a detective, but really she'd rather examine evidence then have to sort out a lot of paperwork if she were a detective. But she was also going to contact the head pathologist at St. Jerome's in a few hours to make an appointment. So which ever job interested her the most, she could turn either one down.

The weather was more brighter than it had been while she had been here so Gwen was pleased, New York City was nice when the sun came out but it still got dreary around the late spring time. Gwen brought her keys out from her bag and opened the door to her new apartment. Her new apartment... the blonde loved the sound of that. Somewhere where she can just be herself without having annoying bimbos in her face 24/7. Back when Gwen was attending NYU, she lived on campus and was holed up sharing a room with an annoying blonde girl called Candice. She was nice, but she was one of those girls which you could just slap for being in the same room. And also living with Gwen and Candice was a red-headed girl named Olivia. Olivia was more Gwen's type of person; quiet, smart and got on with it. She was Candice's best friend but putting them two together just puzzled Gwen beyond belief. She was glad she had finally left that place, she couldn't stand the students there and being in Ashfield where nobody knew you was the perfect place to be in Gwen's eyes.

Gwen put her bag and jacket in her room then walked into the living room, sitting on the edge of the couch, rubbing her face. Although starting fresh in Ashfield was nice, she was tired. Just tired from everything. Gwen saw a red flashing from the corner of her eye and noticed she had one message on her telephone. Sighing, she took the phone from its reciever and pressed the button for the message to come on.

"Gwen, darling. It's your mother. You never called, you said you would! I just want to know that you're ok. How is Ashfield? Is it nice? Better than New York? Darling, please ring me back... you know how I worry about you kids."

Gwen rolled her eyes as her mother's voice wafted into her ear. Yes, her mother did indeed worry over her and her siblings. The blonde texted her mother the number of her apaprtment the day she moved in as she didn't have enough time to ring her and already she had a voicemail from her. Gwen decided to ring her mother so she wouldn't have a billion voicemails on her answering machine by tomorrow. The dialtone rang in Gwen's ear and she lent back against the couch, playing with the edge of the cushion.

"Hello?" Nancy Romano's accent was strong in Gwen's ears and she smiled to herself. She missed her Mum and New York.

"Hi Mum. I got your message, so I thought I'd just give you a ring to let you know that I'm doing fine,"

"Gwen, sweetheart! It's good to hear your voice, my baby... it has been far too long-"

"Mum, it's been a week." Gwen rolled her eyes, always the dramatic.

"Well you know. I need to make sure you kids are ok. So, how is it?" asked Nancy.

"It's a lovely place, Mum. Nice town, nice people. My apartment isn't much but it will do..." Gwen replied.

"Sweetie, if you're struggling you could always ask for help," Nancy sounded worried.

"No. I don't want your money and you know that," Gwen answered a little too frostily. It wasn't that she was angry with her mother, it was just the fact Nancy still thought of Gwen as a little girl and that she couldn't look after herself. "But thank you anyway, I have enough money as it is so I'm just fine. But really, you shouldn't worry."

Gwen heard Nancy sigh from the other end of the phone. "Frankie misses you."

"I know, I miss him too." said Gwen, sadly. Frankie was her youngest brother by six years. He just recently turned 18 and was thrown in jail, but released without charges, for the fifth time in three years. Frankie was a bit of a trouble maker but Gwen always put him in place, she helped him with school as he struggled with dyslexia and other problems. He idolized her and was heart broken when she said she was leaving. The blonde wondered if Frankie was causing mischief as she and her mother spoke right now.

"Look Mum, I have to go ok. But I'll ring you soon, I might be a bit busy for a while so please don't worry about me. Just look after Frankie and I'll get in touch real soon." Gwen wished that her mother wouldn't keep her any longer, it was painful to talk to her for over two minutes on the phone, all she did was worry.

"Ok, I'll let you go. Make sure you ring! I love you, sweetheart," Nancy said softly to her daughter.

"I love you too, Mum." And with that, Gwen put the phone down and although she missed New York, her home, she was relieved that she gotten away.

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Henry sat on his plain brown couch fixing the corner of his camera. At work he clumsily rammed himself into the photocopier and his beloved camera caught the edge of it as Henry's hip colladed with the machine, snapping the corner off clean. So here Henry was fixing his camera, which cost him a good $450, with trusty superglue.

Henry sighed, he was always such a cluts at work. He always saw his co-workers giggle if he'd trip over or walk into something, then again the bin was in the way and he didn't see it so that was what caused him to fall into the copier. Henry hesitated on whether he should of complained about the place of the copier but he never wanted to make a fuss so he just left the room red-faced and went out on his daily walk to try and spot something he could photograph.

With a smile, Henry finished fixing his camera and put it on the coffee table to dry. He got up and decided to go for a walk, the spring air was lovely at this time of day but was still chilly out, Henry didn't mind as the fresh air would do him abit of good. Although he loved his apartment, he felt like it got too stuffy in there at times. Grabbing his coat and shoes, Henry went to the door.

The brunette man locked his door and passed Eileen Galvin's and smiled a little. He fancied her a little bit but never bucked up the courage to talk to her, even if it was to say hello.

Henry made his way down the apartment complex. When he finally got the the ground floor, he decided to check his mail box before he forgot.

Gwen followed that guy, Henry Townshend, just as he was walking down the corridor away from his apartment. Not literally following, she was on her way for a walk and coincedently Henry was leaving too. Gwen tried to keep a safe distance between them so it didn't look creepy.

But the blonde had to admit, she found herself thinking that Henry was a very attractive man. To most people he probably looked quite plain, Gwen didn't seem to think so. She'd seen him round the complex a few times during her three weeks of living in Ashfield, whether he was on his way to work, coming home from work or somewhere or would spot him in the hallway. She felt stalkerish at times but it was just coincedence.

She was off for a walk to the shop but as she was about to go out the doors, she saw Henry at the mail boxes.

"Hi Henry!" she smiled.

Henry looked up from the mail on his cell phone bill. Gwen was there standing at the doors.

"Erh, hey there." Henry tried not to stutter. Never was good at talking to girls.

"Um, I saw you were on your way out. Would you like to come for coffee with me?" asked Gwen. Talk about desperate. Her mind scoled her.

Henry looked back down at his mail for a breif second, he felt a blush rise up his neck but calmed himself. "Sure, why not.." Gwen smiled brightly and Henry quickly put his mail back in his box, he'd have to fetch it later, and went towards Gwen.

They both smiled politely too eachother and made their way for coffee.

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Jade-green eyes were glued on the pair metres in front. He had to keep an eye on these two, especially the one that stayed with his mother, but the girl could be useful too. She would become very useful.

The man still followed until the man and woman turned left and headed into a small cafe. He stood and watched them until they ordered whatever they wanted.

He smiled, then Walter decided to walk away until he was swallowed up by the crowd.

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Gwen giggled as Henry blushed a little. Ugh! Talk about flirt!

Henry became flustered after he said "Your accent is nice", he felt like a teenager all over again. He never meant it in that way, it just sort of slipped after Gwen declared that the people she has already talked to probably found her New York accent annoying. But to Henry it wasn't the case. Sure her accent was very strong, but it suited her and brought a little culture into Ashfield.

"Erh, so what part of New York are you from?" asked Henry, once he felt brave enough.

"I was born in the Bronx but was raised in Manhattan. My Dad had a business there so it was easier, and plus my Mum thought the Bronx was abit too rough for our upbringing. So spoiled," smiled Gwen. It was true, she was spoiled way too much. "Are you from here or...?"

"No I'm from Boston. I moved here after college which was a few years back, then I moved to this apartment just under a year ago." Henry took a sip from his coffee.

"I like Boston, it's a nice place. Love it when it snows there too, me and my family went there when I was younger on a vacation. I wouldn't mind going again,"

"I don't reckon Boston is that great. It has some beautiful architecture though." Henry chewed on his bottom lip, he supposed it was only because Boston was his hometown that he said that.

"Ah, the photographer in you shows," Gwen laughed a little. She felt like a retard for saying that though.

Henry smiled then laughed too. "Yeah."

They remained silent for a while, watching the people of Ashfield pass the window. The silence was a bit uncomfortable to Henry, he squirmed in his seat. Then out of nowhere he blurted out "So what made you move from New York?" He felt embarassed, it was none of his business to know why she came to Ashfield.

Gwen was silent for a breif moment.

"A change of sceneary I suppose," lied Gwen. Well, it was a little bit true but it was still a lie. She couldn't tell Henry the truth because it would of probably frightened him off and made him think why the hell was he sat in a cafe with her. Gwen shook her head then smiled. "How about you? Why did you leave Boston?" Gwen felt better now she switched the tables around.

"Get away from my folks. Don't get me wrong, I love them but..." Henry trailed off, hoping the blonde would understand.

"I know what you mean. Fussy," she didn't ask, she knew it was right. Henry nodded.

"Yeah but they're your parents, what can you do?" laughed Henry.

Gwen laughed too. She completely understood, more her mother than her father. Yes, he cared, but not like her Mum did. Gwen always said to herself 'if her Mum was a pillow, she'd be dead by now'.

Gwen finished her hot chocolate and pulled out her wrist from under her wool pea coat. Her eyebrows rose a little at her watch. It was two-thirty.

"Listen, sorry but I have to go. I'm expecting a phone call soon." Gwen got up and pulled her purse out from her bag. Henry stood and shook his head, holding a hand up.

"No, no. Don't worry about it, I'll pay." said Henry, pulling out his own wallet.

"Thanks," smiled Gwen. "It was nice talking to you, maybe we'd bump into eachother again sometime."

"Yeah," smiled Henry, embarassingly. Gwen placed her cold hand into his and shook it firmly. She turned and left, passing the window with a wave.

Henry sighed.

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A/N: And there's chapter three! Finally! I was actually going to delete this story but because TRS had prompted me to carry on, I couldn't refuse xD

To be honest though, I don't really like this chapter. But it's early in the morning and I'm tired and ill -sob-. But I promise the next one will be even better, and longer (I hope).

Reviews would be nice. *smiles*