Feeling fairly confident the swarm had passed him by, Harry switched on his flashlight. The creatures of his imagination had seemingly come to life once more. A recurring nightmare…like a man but just flesh, no skin. No features except a large beak-like protrusion in place of a mouth. With teeth…
Reality was crumbling like the earth around him. Gaping holes appearing suddenly, demolishing entire streets.
It was five in the morning and sunlight still remained conspicuous by its absence. Navigating the rapidly changing landscape was already a difficult task without this perpetual nighttime to contend with. Having no point of reference, Harry's sense of direction was shot. The moon had been lurking behind heavy cloud since the previous evening, streetlights were out and the torch afforded him only limited vision. Buildings revealed themselves eerily when caught by his beam.
According to the map on the tourist guide from his hotel room he should have been in central Silent Hill. He was hoping to find his destination soon, though it had so far eluded him. The Police station had to be nearby. His reasons for finding it were vague at best, though any port in a storm was welcome. And Cybil had said he might find her there…'you can probably catch me at the station'…her words were all that kept him going. Folding the map and returning it to his pocket, it occurred to him that this might just be another 'episode'. Despite Kaufmann's presence in Annie's Bar; their shared experience, uncertainty about his mental health lingered like the darkness surrounding him at that moment. If only Lydia would recover, reveal the truth about the elementary school and his subsequent madness. But if she never woke up then...
He banished his pessimism and continued, cautiously, into the gloom.