Sunderland nearly lost his composure at this, that he was stuck here for god knows when and...no way of knowing if Mary or anyone was safe in the festering hell hole that lied beneath Silent Hill's placid exteriors. He would never see his father, his friends, nothing.

"This...this can't be real. Wake me up," James whispered, not aided in the things he was seeing. "Please tell me I can wake up...!" And slowly his mind returned to that slow-burning panic.