And so, Heather, James, and Edwardo set off to Neely's to have a chat with the bartender. But Heather was getting less and less impressed the closer they got to the door. "Are you sure this is the place, James?"

"Yeah, I've been here a lot since my wife died." He replied.

"Oh, I just expected more. It looks kind of run down." Heather said.

"Oh, once you get used to the smell and the dead bodies lying on the floor and the rats on the pool table and the bugs in your drink and the toilets that ha-"

"Okay, stop! I get it, but I don't know if I want to go in there."

"Why not? Once you get used to the crabby people and the flies and the diseases an-"

"James! We get it! Let's just go in and hurry it up, okay? I don't think I want herpes." James pushed the door open and an unbelievably gorgeous man was standing behind the bar holding a bottle of vodka and pouring it into a glass. Heather stared at him in disbelieve. "Maybe we could stay just for a while..."

"Hey, Vin-"

"Shhh! James, don't ruin the moment... one hot guy in all of Silent Hill and I haven't met him yet." Heather said, still dreamily staring.

Eddie looked at Heather and shook his head. "Yes you have, Heather... That's Vin-"

"Eddie! Shut up! I'm trying to stare." Drool spilled out of Heather's mouth onto the floor.

Dream weaver, I believe we can make it through the night!

"Whatever.. Can we get a malt? Hold the fetus." Eddie said walking up to the counter.

"Sure!... Heather... I see you've decided to get out of your apartment once in a while. And what brings you here?" Said the mysterious man behind the bar in a snoody tone.

"How do you know my name?" Heather asked, still in a dreamy daze.

"...Don't act like you don't know me." The man said while making a strawberry double malt.

"Well, what's your name? Maybe I'll remember you..."

"Vincent you idiot!" He said, slamming the malt on the bar and sliding it to Eddie.

Eddie stood up and threw the glass at Vincent angrily, getting malt all over him. "I said no fetus!"

"Oh, sorry, I'm a little distracted." He said, "I'll make you a new one, this one's on the house." He pulled his shirt off and threw it on the floor.

Whoo whoo whoo whoo whoo... I've been really try'n baby! Try'na hold back this feelin' for so long! And if you feel... like I fe--

"WHAT?" Heather screamed as she stood up. "Vincent? What happened to you?"

"Oh for sure! Now you know. I got surgery to try and impress you, but once I got out of office and saw Cynthia sitting there waiting for her breast implants, I realized.." He paused to brush his hair to one side, " I can do so much better than you now that I'm hot. So I came here and started working. The other guy was arrested for being the suspect of a vicious killing of some kind." Vincent said.

"Watermelons?" Eddie asked.

"No, I'm pretty sure she said dogs."

"She who?" Eddie asked.

"Cybil Bennett." Vincent replied.

"So, Vincent... how about that date? You just give me one try and I'll prove that I'm the right girl for you!" Heather said as she pretty much crawled over the bar toward him. "You can't tell me you don't want me.."

Vincent reached out to touch Heather but suddenly stopped and jerked his head toward the window. Outside was the creepy hotel with a big house behind it. "I have to bathe mother..." He said as he jumped out the window and ran toward the house.

"Well, that was sufficiently awkward." Heather said as she got down off the bar and straightened her hair. "So what do you guys say we head to the police station and do a little interviewing."

"Why? Vincent said the guy was killing dogs." James said as he helped Eddie off the bar stool.

"Yeah Heather Jeeeeeeeeeezzzz... Don you know when a jussss gif up?" Eddie said in a thick slur. "I am ssssooo buzzt."

"Eddie, malts don't have alcohol in them." Heather said, looking back at him with a "you're an idiot" expression on her face.

"Oh right!" He said, standing up straight and walking out of the bar. "TO THE POLICE STATION!"

"Exactly! Vincent's looks may have changed, but his idiocy hasn't!" Heather took James by the hand and James took Eddie by the hand and they all three skipped to the Police station.

"---And so I said, 'Yeah, I know I saw him steal your purse, but I still can't do anything about it!' HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" The cop looked over at them and adjusted his hat, "Can I help you kids?" He asked.

"Yeah! I'm looking for Police Officer Cybil Bennett. Is there any way that we could get a hold of her?" Heather smiled as Cop number one looked at her in a surprised way.

"Who are you? And why do you want to talk to Cybil?" He said in a shaky voice.

"Just your friendly neighborhood trouble makers." Eddie said with a smile. "And we just have some questions for her."

"Y-yeah...just... here." He handed James a piece of paper with an address and a phone number on it. "Just go there or call...she never leaves... unless she's working..."

"Thanks a bundle Mr.!" James said as the three of them walked out the door. "What a nice man."