me, whenever it’s foggy outside: IN MY RESTLESS DREAMS… I SEE THAT TOWN. SILENT HILL. YOU PROMISED ME YOU’D TAKE ME THERE AGAIN SOMEDAY, BUT YOU NEVER DID. WELL I’M ALONE THERE NOW, IN OUR SPECIAL PLACE, WAITING FOR YOU. WAITING FOR YOU TO COME SEE ME, BUT YOU NEVER DO. AND SO I WAIT, WRA—-