"I'm looking for my wife, Mary. Have you seen her?" James asked the young man. Dante blinked in response, then shook his head, apologizing. Yet James didn't let his shoulders slump, for he was rather expecting that answer.
"Sorry," Dante tried to offer, but James shook his head.
"No, it's quite all right. I'm not sure if I'm supposed to find her or not..." the blonde replied, his eyes very distant. Meanwhile, Dante motioned for James to sit, pulling out a medical kit. He wanted to take care of James' leg properly this time.
"What do you mean?" he asked while opening it, sifting through the contents.
"It might sound crazy... but I came here because she sent me a letter telling me to do so... she's been dead for three years."
Dante stopped, then blinked, his brow furrowing. That was quite odd to the male, along with something he observed as unhealthy.
"So you went, of course. At least you have a reason. I came here on a whim, really. I don't know. I was going through some problems, and then some stranger told me I should 'relax' at Silent Hill. I didn't know it was like this, however," Dante replied, trying to reassure James while he retaped his leg properly.
"A stranger?" James asked, slightly baffled. Dante nodded, continuing.
"Just on a street corner, at a stoplight. He just mentioned that I looked troubled and needed a place to relax, then he said something about Silent Hill. What's crazy is that I listened to him!"
"... y'know... Mary and I... we came here once, a long time ago. It wasn't like this - of course. She loved it... I promised that I'd take her back someday, but then she..." James once again grew distant, an image of his late wife passing through his mind.
"I can't imagine this place being a vacation hotspot. Now, we should get going," Dante then instructed, purposefully interrupting James' recollections. He helped the older man to his feet, then provided any other help he might need to get around.
"Say... you did a pretty good job on my leg. Thanks," James then said as they walked down the foggy street, his tone almost meek. But, he was more impressed than anything else. Dante just nodded his response at first.
"I was a med student, for nursing. Hopefully I'd have learned something!"
The two men shared a good chuckle as they slowly made their way along the disheveled and cracked road, the pavement occasionally slicked with blood. A Mannequin soon enough stood in the way, but Dante easily took it out. The other Mannequin they encountered was effortlessly passed, and they soon made their way to the center of the town, trying to choose a place to rest. James didn't want to - he said there was not enough time and it was not safe enough - but Dante insisted, winning out with the fact that James absolutely needed to because of his leg.
They settled in a room above a hairdresser's salon, blocking the door and making sure the windows were well-sealed. James soon enough managed sleep with the help of a health drink and some asprin they found. Dante meanwhile, kept a vigilant watch, however the best he could with his own exhaustion. They were in absolute, eerie silence, not realizing that they were being watched and analyzed all the while.