One thing led to another in James Sunderland's opinion. It seemed so odd to him that everything just happened the way it had, this whole path before him, the town, Maria. Surely there would be a chain reaction somewhere, a cause and effect type link, but he could not figure one out. Mary supposed death occurred three years ago, if she was alive, why did she wait three years to contact him? This little girl, Laura, she knew Mary-or claimed to, why? James had never seen her in his entire life. Then there was Maria, the mysterious woman who looked like Mary with different hair, a different personality. Her hair was blonde, sure, but with brown roots. It had occurred to him more than once that she was Mary somehow in someway, masquerading as a different person. And then, of course, there was this, this town. Silent Hill. Silent Hell. What the hell was happening to it??? James didn't understand, but he wanted to know. There were too many questions and no answers. Suddenly, his life was turned upside down; he was dumped here in the fog and being chased by demons of some sort. Were they from hell? Or form a place much worse…

His radio began to crackle with static, began to get louder. Without thinking, he whipped out his gun and began to shoot, bringing the nurse demon down. He stepped over the bloody body, surprised to feel a bit of guilt at killing the creature even though it was a monster and wanted to attack him. Didn't it?

The rooms following the ones after were mostly all locked except for the eleventh room. It had the same basic layout as room three except for the red paper laying on the cot and the faintest scent of flowers in the air that only barely overpowered the smell of dust and decay he had grown so used to.

Too much, I feel so shut away from the outside. Every time I look into the mirror, a monster stares back at me with red eyes. Had another dream last night, I dreamt of going to Silent Hill. There was no pain. I need to go there, I need to go there, it will help. Where is James? Why isn't he here? Doesn't he know I need him?

James went into the hallway again, fighting off the urge to throw up. Damn it Mary, he had been there for her, what had she been saying?

James crumpled the paper without thinking, dropping it to the floor. A smudge of bright red against the gray tiling. The other rooms refused to budge, broken locks at his best guess. The shape of the key in his pocket pressed against his leg, reminding him.

The roof. He thought. Why on earth should I go up there?

Climbing the stairs to the roof, Maria's face flashed into his mind. Her weary eyes, her pale face, asking him to leave her and find Laura. That is just what he intended to do. He didn't care how young she was or how impudent, he had questions to ask. She may have answers about Mary. Mary…had it only been a few years ago she had sent him the letter? It seemed ages.

James paused in front of the door to the roof, unlocking it. Outside, fog covered the roof lightly; the chilly night air made him shiver and wish for a heavier jacket. A chain linked fence circled the roof; an adjoining stairwell was over to the left. James walked out and paused until he heard the door shut behind him with a hollow bang. He shuddered, suddenly chilled for no reason at the darkness surrounding the building. He hadn't realized what time it was, already night. Time had slipped by unnoticed, just as it had for the past three years. He had begun to doubt time a long time ago; it became more and more simple. Days changed into nights, days into weeks, and weeks into years. No, there was no time, only transformation of lightness into darkness. Eternity was just one long day.

James cringed at the cold, pulling his jacket tighter and tighter around himself. With a grunt, he pulled his light off his jacket and held it before him, allowing the beam of light to guide him around the roof three floors above ground. "Laura?" He called softly. "Are you here?" There was, just as he had thought, no response. He walked more forward for a better look.

In front of a chain linked fence connecting the two stairwells lay a mess of papers. James hurried over, trying to get a better look. Papers were scattered around a red leather bound book. James began to tremble uncontrollably; he kneeled down beside the mess, noting the blood spatters across the clean white papers torn from the book. Not blood spatters, finger prints. Fearing the worst, he lifted the blood stained book with shaky hands. A clean slice had ripped through the deep red cover like a gash.

"No," his voice came out hoarse. He snapped open the book, gazing at the bloodied pages. His name written over and over in red goop. James. James. James. All in blood! Why? Who had written this? The question was rhetorical. This was Mary's journal, the one from the hospital. Why was it on the roof? Where was Mary? James felt his insides turn icy. Blood, no, not Mary's. Oh g-d…what had happened—

Cheenk. Cheenk.

The grating sound cut through his thoughts, he dropped the journal in surprise. The noise seemed to be everywhere at once. James craned and looked but there was no one he could see, the light fog seemed to devour everything in sight. Suddenly, almost from nowhere stepped a great creature. The smell of freshly spilled blood made James want to gag, momentarily forgetting of Pyramid Head. The creature dragged his great knife behind him, the sharp blade scratched noisily across the cement roof like nails on a chalkboard.

His gun was raised in a second, fingering the trigger in two. Too late, with an unearthly grunt, the blade was raised from the ground and James could only look up in surprise and make a small grunt from his throat, almost amazed by the power of the creature. It cam down hard and fast, a flash of stained metal in the air, the sound of his own breath left his mouth as the blade, turned sideways, came down.

"Ugh."

James grunted as the blade made connection with his torso, it pushed out all the air in his system and more, stunning him. Fireworks burst in front of his eyes, his feet left the ground, almost as if he was weightless, as he crashed backwards into the chain linked fence tearing its rusty socket from the ground. Both James and fence fell back, dizzily leaving the roof behind. The descent was silent; James was unconscious before he even landed.