Waving his hand at his family goodbye in his old beaten up 1980's Buick Sedan.

"Bye daddy!" Ginger waved.

"Bye honey!" Jennie shouted.

"See ya later dad!" Jason bellowed.

Dan nodded and pulled out of the driveway, roughly pulling the manual steering to its left as he made it out into the street. The Sedans engine popped and banged as he did it but it was fine. He wouldn't give anything in the world for it. It was given to him by his father, Joesph Brown or as everyone liked to call him, Joey. Dan idolized him when he was younger and loved making his father proud. He was about sixteen when he was given the keys and he'll never forget what he said about her.

"She's a stubborn one son but old bitches never die!" He said and threw Dan the keys.

Many memories lay in her seats. In fact, he was driving her when he and Jennie first met. When they had their kids. When he became a successful salesmen. Even when his beloved father died.

His father had passed away from cardiac arrest, Dan had begged him to start eating better but he kept on eating that deep fried chicken and pork chops nearly every night. Joey wasn't an obese man, in fact if you didn't see his medical charts you'd think he was healthy as a horse. Inside, not so much. His arteries began to clog and his doctor began to become concerned.

"Joey, you do know the penalty for not eating right at your age don't you?"

Joey, siting on the paper covered small bed in the middle of the room or as he liked to call it the "death slab," looked up at his doctor. "Ill be fine, don't you worry about it."

"No you won't Joesph Brown, you most certainly will not!" His doctor yelled.

"Ill be fine." He hopped off the bed and patted Dr. Issac on the shoulder. "It'll be okay."

Joey walked out of the room and Issac just cupped his hands around his eyes. "It won't be Joey, I assure you." He grabbed the charts, display his LDL (low density lipoprotein or bad cholesterol.) A normal LDL result was about one hundred to one hundred and fifty. Joey had a reading of two hundred and thirty, a very bad sign. He gave a loud sigh of guilt and sat the charts back down on the table next to a phone.

Only a few short months after his doctor visit, Joesph Brown passed away. Dan was very upset when this happened and it took him nearly a year to recover enough to go back to work. His father was a lot to him and he spent nearly his whole life trying to impress him ad make him proud. When he died, his whole wold seemed to collapse and his only tether to the real world and the despair in his mind was his wife and kids.

One day, laying next to Jennie in bed, he thought long and hard all night about the subject. He decided his father wasn't all dead, no, he's gone on to a better place.

"I'll still live life, Ill make you proud pops." He looked at the ceiling as if looking toward Heaven. "I will, I promise." He said to himself and rolled over, falling fast asleep that cold night three years ago.

Dan watched as the cars went by on an old intersection. First a semi went left, then an ugly looking Ford Windstar went right.

"Newer doesn't mean better." He spoke under his breath as it passed.

Moving forward and turning left heading for the freeway, he held the map up to his side, trying not to obstruct his vision of the road. "Let's see, I turn right a little while down." He sat the paper in the passenger seat. "Guess I'm heading there." He slowed and cautiously went over a speed bump. "Silent Hill..Never heard of it before." He said to himself as he pulled onto the freeway.

"Do you think dad will be alright mommy?" Ginger asked.

"I think he'll be fine sweetie." She patted her on the head as they watched Dan drive out of sight.

"Yeah, he does this every year Gingie."

She looked at him and frowned.

"Don't call her that Jason, you know how much she hates it." Jennie commented

Although Ginger doesn't like standing up for herself, she really didn't want to be called that. Her father called her that when she was younger and she didn't like it when she turned six. She said that name was for baby's and now that she was eight years old she didn't want to be called "Gingie" anymore.

"Fine fine." Jason said as the three walked back into the house.

"Wait a minute, don't you two have school today!?" Jennifer frantically began to run up stairs but Jason gently grabbed her by the shoulder.

"Mom, it's Saturday!"

She looked back at him. "Are you sure!?"

"Yeah, look." He put his wrist up and showed her the date on his new fancy digital watch. "See, its Saturday."

She grabbed his hand and pulled it to her face, inspecting it closely. "Well what do you know!" She began laughing at herself for acting so silly. "Well, I guess you two can do what you like for now." She began to walk down the stairs, Ginger still standing next to the doorway watched as she did. "Have you two finished your homework though?"

"Yeah mom, finished it yesterday." Jason said and meandered into the living room to his right.

"What about you Ginger?"

She looked at her feet and ten back at her mother. "No."

"Are you telling the truth Ginger?" She lowered her brows and smiled.

"Yes! Promise!" Ginger shouted, grining back at her.

Ginger was never one to lie, especially to her parents. When she was about five she lied about breaking something and when her father found out about it he didn't hit her, he did something much worse. He knelt down and just said one simple sentence. "I know what you did Gingie, and I'm very disappointed in you." When he said that, she burst into tears and she hasn't told a lie since.

"Alright then, I believe you sweetheart." She walked down the stairs and into the kitchen.

Ginger watched her mom leave and then looked to her right and saw Jason watching television. Instead of joining either of them, she decided to run up stairs to her room and play with her stuffed animals.

She always loved the things, particularly one named Mi-Mi. Mi-Mi was a soft pink bunny rabbit Dan had gotten her coming back from a business trip a few years ago. She kept it close to her heart and always had it on her bed.

"Mi-Mi!" She grabbed the rabbit and clenched it tight against her chest. "We'll wait for daddy!" She rubbed it on her face. "He'll be back soon! He Promised!" She held him in front of her. "Just you wait!"

After about an hour or two of being on the freeway, Dan could see that he was closing in on his destination. "Strange." He looked to his left and then to his right, seeing cars dart passed him going eighty to ninety. "No destination signs." He picked up his map again and looked close. "No, it says its on the next turn." He sat it back down in the seat next to him. "Weird."

He turned right, on and old, bumpy road. "This town must be in the ass end of nowhere." He looked around and saw nothing but old houses and busted road. "Not even a destination sign for it."

As he drove down the road, the world around him seemed to disappear. "What the-" Fog seemed to build up more and more as he got further and further down the road. He could no longer see any houses on either side of him as the mist seemed to have engulfed them. "This town must get a lot of rain or they're right on top of a big lake or something." He turned his fog lights on and slowed. "Couldn't cut this stuff with axe."

After a few minutes of driving, the roads were suddenly smooth again. "Why would this patch be nicely paved and the rest of it neglected?" He asked himself as he saw a faded sign a few feet in front of him.

He halted when he came upon it and tried to get a good look at it. A few seconds of staring, the words of it became as clear as day. It said, "Welcome to Silent Hill."

He smiled after reading and pressed his foot heavily on the gas pedal causing the Sedans engine to roar and quickly pick up speed. "Guess this is the place! Ill be home I no time!" Dan Brown shouted as he began to descent into the foggy town a mile or so ahead of him.