The way back to the inner courtyard of Toluca Prison turned out to be far more convoluted than Alex had initially assumed when he led Heather out of the basement level where the isolation units were located. Alex followed the same path they had taken to get there. But in the end, he and Heather found themselves in a completely different part of the prison—and the most unpleasant thing about this section was that there was no light at all.
Despite Alex having partially restored power to Toluca Prison, this particular area where they now were remained pitch black. Alex even began to feel as though the prison itself was mocking him, refusing to let him return the way they came.
Continuing to wander through the dark corridors of this unknown prison wing, Alex gradually started losing patience and was one step away from simply smashing through walls to create a straight path. Stopping at yet another fork, Heather shone her flashlight on the map Alex was holding, and in the beam she caught his face. Even without words, she could tell he was on the verge.
The same went for Heather herself, who was also slowly losing patience: it felt like they were walking down the same corridor over and over. And all because they kept passing through the hallway lined with prison cells, and Heather distinctly remembered that in one of those cells there had been a corpse in a prison uniform.
"Fine. You want to play games? We'll play by your rules. Big deal, I let one person go free," Alex said with an irritated expression, tucking the map back into his coat pocket.
"You think the city itself is doing this?" Heather asked, catching his words.
"How else? Alright, now we go straight ahead—even if there's a wall," Alex said irritably and started walking forward.
Heather looked at Alex, nodded, and followed. Alex strode ahead down the corridor until they reached yet another fork. Stopping, Alex decided to use his magical sight to see the path ahead—simply because he was finally fed up with wandering through dark hallways.
Looking both ways, he turned left and walked forward, holding Heather's hand so she wouldn't fall behind. Because Alex was moving at a brisk pace, Heather practically had to jog to keep up—he was gripping her hand tightly.
And when the end of the dark corridor turned out to be a wall, Alex didn't slow down—he kicked it hard, blasting open a passage forward. The moment Alex knocked out a chunk of the wall, a wave of cold air rushed in from the other side—as though there was a freezer on the opposite side.
Leaning forward, Alex saw a spacious freezer room. Frozen pig carcasses hung from hooks, and cold vapor poured from the hole he had just made. Heather, standing beside him, shivered from the sudden chill and began rubbing her hands to warm them.
Alex pulled a flare from his backpack and tossed it inside. The flare's light illuminated the freezer room, and in its glow Heather found the place even creepier than before.
"There's our way forward. You cold?" Alex asked, turning to Heather and noticing how she was rubbing her hands from the sharp drop in temperature and shivering slightly.
"It's bearable for now. I just wasn't expecting a freezer behind the wall. But those pig carcasses look creepy," Heather said, still rubbing her hands to warm up.
Alex smiled faintly and climbed through the hole in the wall first, then reached back to help Heather over. Heather took his hand and squeezed through.
Once inside the freezer room, Heather felt the cold even more intensely and brought her hands to her face, blowing on them lightly to warm her freezing fingers. Alex scanned the area for doors while Heather tried not to look at the pig carcasses—which to her no longer looked like pigs at all.
And when the thought crossed Heather's mind that she wasn't actually looking at pig carcasses, she shivered again—this time not from the cold. Alex quickly located the doors despite the poor visibility in the freezer room, took Heather by the hand, and led her toward them.
Heather kept glancing back at the pig carcasses, half-expecting them to come to life the moment she and Alex approached the door. But when Alex opened the door to leave the freezer room, nothing happened—and that brought Heather some relief.
The moment they exited the freezer room, Alex and Heather found themselves back in the prison cafeteria.
"Looks like we're back at the beginning," Heather said, looking around.
"Well then, all that's left is to go through the main prison block, and we can reach the courtyard," Alex said, rubbing his chin and starting forward.
"What about the puzzle with the statue? Weren't we supposed to find the missing pieces to move on?" Heather asked, walking behind Alex.
"I think Themis won't mind if we skip her little riddle. Like I've said more than once—I don't like puzzles," Alex replied with a cheerful smile.
Heather looked at Alex, hearing once again about his dislike for puzzles, and simply sighed, continuing to follow him without another word.
When they reached the door to leave the cafeteria, Alex frowned slightly. Holding his hand on the handle, he didn't open it—he just kept staring ahead. Heather noticed his grim expression and wanted to ask why he wasn't opening the door.
But Alex raised a finger to his lips, signaling her to be quiet. Heather nodded and listened to the sounds coming from the other side.
From beyond the door came steady footsteps—as though someone was searching for something. And from the sound of the steps, it was clear this wasn't a monster: monsters made shuffling noises or heavier thuds, but these footsteps definitely belonged to a human.
Alex knew perfectly well that on the other side was the room with the guard booth. While he was wondering who was there, the footsteps paused for a moment—then began approaching the door.
The steps stopped the instant they reached the door. At that moment Heather covered her mouth with her hands to muffle any sound. Alex pressed his ear to the door and heard distinct heavy breathing from the other side.
Alex was about to use his magical sight to see who was there when a male voice came from the other side.
"The final sign. And God said: Separate from her flesh she who is the Reborn Mother, and he who is the Receiver of Wisdom. If this is fulfilled, through the Mystery of the 21 Sacraments the Mother shall be reborn, and the World of Sin shall receive redemption," came a calm male voice from the other side of the door, accompanied by heavy breathing.
Alex instantly recognized the voice of the man on the other side and, without hesitation, punched through the door and grabbed the man by the collar so he couldn't escape. In the same motion Alex yanked his arm back, pulling the man's body through the door.
Heather, startled by the voice and the man's words, didn't even have time to react before Alex sprang into action. Alex smashed the man's body through the door and flung him aside.
The man slid across the cafeteria tiles until he stopped directly under a lamp. For Heather everything happened so fast she barely processed it. She immediately shifted her gaze to the man Alex had thrown.
He wore a dark blue raincoat, with light hair just below the chin. Alex glared down at Walter Sullivan, who—for some unknown reason—had appeared in the alternate Toluca Prison.
Alex approached Walter with heavy steps and, before the man could get up or even move, kicked him in the face. Knocking Walter out, Alex planted his foot on the man's chest, debating whether to kill him right there or let Dean and Sam deal with the problem.
Heather cautiously approached Alex and stood behind him, peering at the man under Alex's foot to get a better look. She didn't know why, but this man gave her a deeply unpleasant feeling—and at the same time she was curious who he was and what he was doing here.
"Who is that?" Heather asked cautiously, glancing at the unconscious man.
"Walter Sullivan. Psychopath the Order brainwashed. What interests me more is what this bastard is doing in this place. He's not supposed to be here," Alex said, pressing his foot harder on Walter's chest.
"Is this the psychopath you were talking about with your colleague?" Heather asked, looking up at Alex.
"Yeah, that's him. Psychopath who thinks an apartment is his mother and also wants to resurrect a deity. And you could say he's on the home stretch. He still needs two more sacrifices—and then his ritual will work," Alex said, lighting a cigarette.
Heather looked at Alex questioningly, wanting more details. Seeing her gaze, Alex sighed, pulled the radio from his pocket, and tried to contact Dean and Sam while simultaneously telling her about Walter's life.
Walter Sullivan had been abandoned by his parents as an infant. If not for Frank Sunderland, the manager of South Ashfield Heights apartments, who heard a baby crying from one of the units, Walter would have died. Eventually Walter was taken to the hospital for examination, then sent to the Wish House orphanage, where he grew up.
Only in Wish House were the orphans indoctrinated with the Order's beliefs from early childhood. If the orphans didn't obey—they were punished, sometimes severely beaten, and the worst offenders locked in special dark, damp rooms with no way out. That was how Walter grew up under the Order's oppression, leading him to believe the world beyond the orphanage was extremely dangerous.
One ordinary day Dahlia Gillespie herself visited Wish House. Noticing that Walter was different from the other orphans, Dahlia told the young Walter that his mother was sleeping in Ashfield and that if he diligently performed the 21 Sacraments for the Descent of the Holy Mother, he would be able to meet her.
But Walter interpreted Dahlia's words in his own way: since the apartment was the first thing he saw as an infant, the image of the apartment became imprinted in his subconscious as his mother. And from that day on, after Dahlia's visit to Wish House, seven-year-old Walter traveled to South Ashfield Heights every week to visit apartment 302.
Over time the residents of South Ashfield Heights began treating Walter with hostility—especially the occupant of apartment 302 and several other tenants. This instilled fear in him and turned them into obstacles preventing him from seeing his mother.
Gradually Walter grew older, and the Order's influence on his mind only deepened—until one day Walter decided to perform the ritual of the 21 Sacraments to awaken his mother.
Heather listened to Alex's story, her face showing clear confusion—and at the same time the thought was taking root in her mind that every single member of the Order was completely insane. Heather didn't even bother asking Alex anymore how he knew all this. She simply decided to leave that question unanswered.
Alex continued recounting what Walter had done while adjusting the radio to make sure he could reach Dean and Sam.
"Dean, come in… You there? You still in the prison?" Alex said, tuning the radio with a touch of magic.
"This isn't Dean. It's Sam. No, we're already back in the apartment. Somehow we ended up in the alternate apartments, and you could say we partially screwed up," came Sam's voice from the radio.
"In what sense did you screw up? What happened over there?" Alex asked, raising an eyebrow and bringing the radio to his face.
"We lost track of the girl from the list—Eileen. We managed to save her, but she's in critical condition now and was taken to the hospital. And we still can't leave this alternate world. Even after Dean stabbed Walter with the Cain blade," Sam said, exhaustion and irritation clear in his voice.
"Sammy, hate to ruin your day, but it looks like your psychopath got away," Alex said, glancing down at the unconscious Walter Sullivan under his foot.
"What do you mean 'got away'? I'm damn sure I finished that bastard. And Sam still shot him with the Colt," came Dean's voice from the radio.
"Exactly what it sounds like. I'm looking at the bastard right now. He's lying under my foot. Cheryl and I were about to leave the prison to head to the hospital when this bastard decided to play creepy maniac—so I smashed his face through the door and, for good measure, kicked him in the mug," Alex said, chuckling slightly.
"Damn it, don't tell me this bastard can make clones too? And what the hell do we do now?" Dean asked in an irritated voice.
"Save Eileen. She's the most important part of the ritual. You need to get her out. So crawl through that hole in the wall together, and maybe we'll meet up at the hospital," Alex said, lighting a cigarette.
"Damn it, these rollercoaster rides again. Every time I crawl through one of these wall holes it feels disgusting. I'm never riding a rollercoaster again after this," Dean said in a tired, irritated tone.
"Stop whining. It's still better than falling down," Alex said, exhaling cigarette smoke.
"Yeah, yeah, you've got it the worst. Alright, hope we cross paths at the hospital. Meanwhile we can try to kill this bastard again too. Maybe you'll get lucky and finish him off for good, and we won't have to do anything else," Dean said, and you could hear the smirk in his voice.
"I could, but I won't. Otherwise it'd be boring. Alright, talk later, guys," Alex said, turning off the radio.
Alex didn't let Dean say anything else and immediately switched off the radio, clipping it back to his coat pocket. Heather had listened carefully to Alex's conversation and, hearing that the man under Alex's foot was supposed to have been killed, yet she could clearly see Walter was right there.
Heather didn't even try to make sense of what was happening anymore—everything sounded and looked so convoluted that she once again decided to simply focus on more important things: namely, saving her father and finally breaking free from Silent Hill's influence on her life.
Seeing Heather's thoughtful gaze, Alex smiled faintly and stroked her hair, making her turn away. Heather didn't resist Alex's touch and simply turned.
And the moment she did, she heard a nauseating sound—like something being crushed. Hearing that sound—even without seeing what caused it—Heather's imagination immediately painted the picture in her mind.
"Alright, Cheryl. Let's go. I really don't like where this is heading," Alex said, placing his hands on Heather's shoulders.
Heather felt Alex gently pushing her forward, and the thought of turning around to see what had happened to Walter didn't even cross her mind. Alex kept nudging Heather ahead until they left the prison cafeteria.
Once again at the guard booth, Alex and Heather saw dozens of dead monsters—and it wasn't hard to guess that Walter had killed them. Ignoring the monster corpses, Alex and Heather entered the main prison block—and once again saw dozens of monster bodies scattered across the floor.
"Looks like Walter didn't like the local inmates," Alex said, walking past the monster corpses.
"That's putting it mildly," Heather muttered, glancing around and following Alex.
Alex smiled faintly and began whistling a tune—because he didn't care how many monsters Walter had killed. The moment he crushed Walter's head, he had seen that this Walter was merely a projection tied to the memories of this place.
Alex was certain Walter Sullivan had never actually been in Toluca Prison—but he wasn't going to figure out how, why, or for what reason. Right now Alex cared about only one thing: reaching the hospital, obtaining the second part of the Metatron Seal, killing Dahlia and Leonard, and finally seeing the last place connected to Alessa—namely, the hospital room where Alessa had lain after being saved and the ritual interrupted.
Lost in thought, Alex reached the doors leading to the inner courtyard. Alex turned to Heather, and she nodded, showing she was ready for whatever came next—even if they had to fall down again or climb somewhere upward.
Alex smiled faintly and pushed the doors open. When they opened, Alex and Heather were surprised to see that the courtyard—which had previously been shrouded in darkness—was now faintly lit by lantern light. And most importantly—the light fell on the statue of Themis, whose hands had previously been empty of sword and scales, but now everything was in place.
But what made Heather tense was that two Pyramid Heads stood on the gallows, each holding rusty spears.
"What the hell are these two doing showing up now of all times?" Alex asked, narrowing his eyes slightly and looking at the Pyramid Heads standing on the gallows.
"I've got a really bad feeling about this. It's like they're waiting for someone," Heather said cautiously, hiding behind Alex.
"I hope it's not us. I really don't feel like wasting time killing these iron-headed dummies," Alex said, lighting a cigarette.
"Then maybe you could do something so we have another way out?" Heather asked, looking at Alex hopefully.
"It all depends on what those two are waiting for. Maybe they just came to see us off," Alex said, rubbing his chin.
Heather looked at Alex with a silent "Are you serious right now?" In response to her gaze Alex only lazily shrugged and walked forward.
Heather cautiously followed Alex, clutching his coat so she wouldn't fall behind. The closer they got to the gallows, the stronger Heather's anxiety grew—tied to the two Pyramid Heads standing on either side of the platform, gripping rusty spears stained with dried blood.
Approaching the gallows, Alex looked up at the two Pyramid Heads standing like statues—they hadn't moved once the entire time. Heather gripped Alex's coat even tighter, warily eyeing the Pyramid Heads.
Exhaling cigarette smoke, Alex began climbing the gallows steps, calmly looking at the Pyramid Heads. Reaching the platform, Alex once again saw the stone plaque with Pyramid Head ready to execute the condemned.
Heather, following Alex, turned her head—still afraid the Pyramid Heads would suddenly attack. Even though she had already seen Alex kill one Pyramid Head, now there were two—and so she worried these two might attack at any moment.
"Are you really going to see it through to the end?" came a cold child's voice from behind the stone plaque Alex was looking at.
Heather sharply turned her head and saw Alessa step out from behind the plaque. Since the time Alex had cleaned the ash from Alessa's clothes and from Alessa herself, she now looked neat—but still grim because of her pale face, long black hair, and dark eyes staring at Alex.
Seeing Alessa again, a smile spread across Alex's face, and without hesitation he walked up to her and crouched down in front of her, propping his cheeks with his hands. When Alex was once again in front of her, Alessa again felt the warmth from his presence that she had so longed for. And once again his kind gaze made something inside Alessa begin to grow—something she had long since lost.
"I was wondering why these iron dummies showed up. And it's all because you're here. How sweet of you to come greet us. But you didn't have to go to so much effort. You could've just appeared, and we could've talked," Alex said with a cheerful smile, looking at Alessa.
"Are you really going to see it through to the end and destroy this city, like you said before?" Alessa asked, ignoring Alex's words.
"Well, how else? This city caused you so much pain. And only by leaving it will you be able to live the normal life you deserve. I told you I want to adopt you. Which means I have to punish everyone who hurt you. You think the same thing, Alessa. Boop," Alex said with a light smile, gently poking Alessa's nose with his finger.
"You'll have to make a choice: me or her," Alessa said, looking at Heather and ignoring Alex's gesture.
Hearing Alessa's words, Heather immediately tensed, perfectly understanding what they meant. No genius was needed to realize what Alessa's words about a choice for Alex implied. After all, Heather and Alessa were two parts of one whole—and choosing one would mean the other ceased to exist.
Heather looked at Alex worriedly—he turned toward her. With a gentle hand gesture Alex signaled to Heather that she didn't need to worry about this.
Alex turned back to Alessa, because he perfectly understood why she had said those words about a choice. Alessa wanted to know what Alex was truly willing to do—to confirm her words.
Alessa didn't intend to say it aloud, but she envied Heather's life—the one who could live normally, with a loving family, attend an ordinary school where no cult teachings were forced on her, hang out with friends after school. But instead of such a life, Alessa had received nothing but darkness and endless suffering and hatred toward those responsible for her pain.
Alex continued smiling tenderly and stroked Alessa's hair.
"Little one, I don't need to choose which of you stays. Like I already said: you and Heather—you both deserve a happy life. Where neither of you has to disappear. Your future dad is far more powerful than you imagine. And if I said I'll save you—I'll save you and give you a happy life and a big family. All you need to do is trust me, and I'll handle the rest," Alex said, continuing to stroke Alessa's hair.
"Why should I believe your words? Why should I believe you want to adopt me? What do you get out of it?" Alessa asked, taking a step back and showing her distrust of Alex's words.
"Because you're very cute. I understand you don't believe anyone anymore because of what happened to you. And I get that perfectly. You just need to wait a little longer, and your nightmare will finally end, and you'll wake up soon. I promise you. I'll protect you—just like I protected Cheryl on her entire journey through this city," Alex said, standing up and smiling down at Alessa.
Alessa shifted her gaze to Heather—her other half of the soul, into which she had poured the part of herself that hadn't yet been stained by the sin and darkness of this city. Heather and Alessa's gazes met again, and Heather nodded, showing she trusted Alex and that he could save them all.
Heather didn't know why she had developed such trust in Alex, but it felt like someone like Alex was capable of a great deal and would definitely keep his promise. Seeing Heather's trust in Alex, Alessa also wanted someone in her life she could trust. But all the past betrayals she had faced prevented her from blindly trusting anyone—even her bright half.
Heather approached Alessa and crouched beside her to be at eye level. Heather took Alessa's hand, expressing her support and concern. At first Heather had been afraid of Alessa because she didn't understand what tied them together. But now Heather also wanted Alessa to have a happy ending and a family that would love her.
"We'll see what you say after you see what they did to me. Whether you're the same as them or not—we'll find out. Now go. I want to see if you'll keep your promise," Alessa said, looking at Alex.
"No problem, little one. See you at the hospital," Alex said, lightly ruffling Alessa's hair.
Alessa once again didn't react to Alex's actions, and in front of the stone plaque in the center of the gallows, wooden shutters opened. With a familiar gesture Alex scooped Heather into his arms and approached the open passage that would lead them farther.
Standing at the edge, Alex turned to Alessa and, before jumping down, smiled and waved goodbye with his free hand. Heather, clinging to Alex's neck, also waved goodbye to Alessa. After that Alex took a step back and fell downward to reach the next place.
Alessa remained standing on the gallows, staring at the spot where Alex and Heather had been moments before. Alessa didn't want to believe Alex's words that he would save her and adopt her. She had faced betrayal too many times and wasn't going to trust anyone anymore.
Alessa was about to leave when she turned her head and met four pairs of mischievous eyes staring at her with great interest. At that moment Alessa didn't yet know who she had encountered or to whom those eyes belonged.
But soon she would learn what family she was about to become part of and where it might lead. For now, though, Alessa could only express confusion and incomprehension about what was happening and who was standing before her.
At the same time Alex had no idea that a group of gremlins had arrived in Silent Hill—and all of it was connected to his words about wanting to adopt Alessa. The group of four gremlins had needed only those words to come visit their soon-to-be new little sister.
In that very moment Alex and Heather continued falling into darkness, and the instant they blinked, they found themselves in a moving elevator. Heather blinked in confusion and climbed down from Alex's arms, realizing they were in an elevator.
Heather looked at Alex to ask where they were, when the elevator emitted a long signal and its doors began creaking open.
When the elevator doors opened, Alex calmly lit a cigarette and looked around, quickly realizing they were in Brookhaven Hospital. Scanning the hospital lobby, Alex tried to figure out where to start looking for Harry Mason, Leonard Wolf, and Dahlia Gillespie.
Examining the Brookhaven Hospital lobby, Alex couldn't help but note how unnaturally strange and wrong everything felt in this place.
"Looks like we're in the hospital. My father might be here… Is he definitely here?" Heather said, looking at Alex hopefully.
"I'd like to say yes. But I don't know. He's either here or in the Order's church, and Claudia is keeping him close to make sure her plan works. But don't worry—we'll search here. If we have to—we'll check every room," Alex said, looking at Heather.
Heather nodded, agreeing with Alex's plan to search every room if necessary—just to find her father.
Alex was already thinking where to start the search when he heard strange footsteps from the darkness. Alex and Heather turned their heads, and Heather aimed her flashlight toward the sound—like heels clicking on the floor.
In the flashlight beam appeared a nurse monster walking toward them in an eerie, jerky gait, clutching an old scalpel in her hand. Seeing such a nurse, Alex involuntarily raised an eyebrow.
Despite the horrifying face wrapped in bloodstained bandages, she wore a short nurse skirt, bloodstained white heels, and a tattered nurse cap that completed the entire look.
The nurse continued approaching Alex and Heather in her jerky walk—as though one more step and she would fall from instability on her heels, like someone just learning to walk.
"Not bad staff they've got here. If you squint, you could almost call this a luxury hospital," Alex said, covering one eye and blocking the view of the nurse's face with his hand.
"Are you seriously thinking about that right now? Instead of the fact that there are a lot of them?" Heather asked, looking at Alex irritably.
"Well yeah, a lot. By the time she reaches us we'll already be gone. She'll break her heels before she gets here," Alex said carelessly, lowering his hand and looking at Heather.
Heather wanted to argue with Alex's words, but glancing again at the nurse monster, she realized he was right. But the moment the nurse got close enough to Alex and Heather, she suddenly lunged at them with great speed—as though she hadn't been moving slowly before.
Before the nurse could reach them, Alex already grabbed her by the neck and lifted her. Alex squeezed slightly and crushed the nurse's neck, then tossed her to the floor.
"Yeah, moves slowly," Heather said sarcastically, looking at the nurse's corpse, then at Alex.
"Look, I didn't know they could do that. But now I do. And seriously, who would've thought she'd suddenly have a speed booster in her ass and sprint on those thin stilettos," Alex said, rolling his eyes.
"You could've just killed her the moment she appeared instead of waiting for her to suddenly lunge at us," Heather said, still looking reproachfully at Alex.
Alex gave Heather a dry look, then pinched her nose so she wouldn't make unnecessary comments about his actions. After all, he really hadn't expected the nurse monster to move so fast.
Heather swatted Alex's hand away and was about to open her mouth to keep arguing when the sound of heels began echoing through the lobby corridor.
Alex shone his flashlight down one corridor, Heather down the other, and they saw nurse monsters emerging from rooms—identical to one another, with slight differences in clothing and various sharp objects in their hands: from syringes and knives to ordinary shards of glass.
Heather gripped her flashlight tighter and aimed her pistol at the nurse monsters.
"Is this their idea of hospital security, or am I missing something?" Alex asked, looking around.
"Are you seriously thinking about that right now? Instead of the fact that there are a lot of them?" Heather asked, looking at Alex.
Alex looked at Heather and sighed slightly, stroking her hair to calm her down. And in the moment the first nurse lunged at Alex, he simply kicked her in the chest and sent her flying.
The nurse flew backward, knocking down other nurses with her body. There was a distinct sound of bodies falling, and the fallen nurses began clumsily trying to stand—except for the one Alex had kicked, because now there was a clear dent in her chest.
Alex turned his head toward the other corridor and did the same—kicked the first nurse in the chest again, sending an entire row of nurse monsters flying.
"There we go. And while they're trying to get up—we'll move on. I've got a feeling the first floor has nothing but these monsters," Alex said, stepping toward the stairs.
Heather looked at how the nurses clumsily tried to rise—literally tripping over their own feet and unable to properly brace themselves against the wall or floor to stand. Casting one last short glance at the nurse monsters, Heather hurried after Alex to go up to the second floor.
Alex knew perfectly well that this hospital would be crawling with similar nurses—but that didn't change his desire to find the room where Alessa had been kept.
Reaching the second floor, Alex saw a map of the second floor hanging on the wall and simply tore it down. Quickly scanning the map, Alex understood where to start.
"Let's go to the archive," Alex said, pointing in the direction.
"Why there? Shouldn't we be looking for my father? And the one who has the second part of the Metatron Seal?" Heather asked, following Alex.
"We'll look for them—but not here," Alex said, walking down the corridor toward the archive.
"You mean the alternate world?" Heather asked to clarify.
"Even though Claudia is one crazy bitch, she's not going to keep her prisoners in the normal hospital—which means our choice: the alternate world," Alex said, pausing for a moment and looking at Heather.
Heather understood Alex was right and asked no more questions, simply continuing to follow him. Passing farther down the corridor and encountering several more nurse monsters—which Alex killed—they soon reached the hospital archive.
Alex let Heather go first and immediately followed, closing the door behind them. Right after that Alex began searching for an old document that would indicate which room Alessa had been kept in.
When Alex found the right folder, Heather noticed—and memories tying her to Alessa immediately flared up in her mind again. Only this time, instead of an ordinary headache, Heather felt pain throughout her entire body.
Unable to endure the pain, Heather lost consciousness and fell into Alex's arms. Seeing Heather's condition, Alex frowned deeply and quickly cleared a table to lay her down.
Looking at Heather's face—where pain was clearly visible—Alex could only sigh, stroking her hair and waiting for the moment she would regain consciousness.
To be continued…
(Overall, I'm becoming increasingly convinced that it's best not to show the other two storylines. I think we'll soon deal with Silent Hill, briefly delve into everyday life and the Supernatural plot, and then bam, a sudden, unexpected event. As for what that event will be, I'll have to think about it sometime.)
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