<table width="100%"><tr><td style="vertical-align: top; width:50%; padding-right:10px;"><span style="color: #E6E9FD"><span style="font-family: Nyala;"><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">There was some things that people weren't really meant to handle. If it was too big, people can't handle it. If it's too much, people couldn't handle it. It was a part of nature and how it was intended. If there was too much, you split it up. If it was too big, you make it smaller. But what do you do if it was too big and to much was happening at once? That's what Chester was trying to sort out. Because he couldn't really split it up into parts and think about one thing at a time. He also couldn't make it smaller. His mind was pretty much out of his control. Maybe he just had to wade it out. <br/><br/>The man came over with the extra coffee cup in hand, holding out his offering to Chester. He looked up at the friendly man, nodding at the gesture and taking it lightly in his hands.  He didn't realize just how warm he was until he held that cup. Even though he saw the small white wisps circling the top of the black coffee, at first it didn't feel as warm as he had expected. Even as he pulled it up to his lips to sip the caffeinated drink it wasn't entirely hot. But as he pulled it away from his lips, his hand started to feel the heated sensation of burning. Chester quickly set it down next to him. It wasn't that the hospital was hot, or the coffee wasn't. It was simply that he was practically sweating all over the place already, and when you're already hot and you're handed something that's hot, it always seemed ten times worse. When you were cold, getting handed something hot felt good. But it didn't really matter anyway. <br/><br/></span></span></span></td><td style="vertical-align: top; width:50%; padding-left:10px;"><span style="color: #E6E9FD"><span style="font-family: Nyala;"><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">Chester wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans, listening to the man talk, probably giving him life advice. Like a father does when his son starts dating or something. Some good ol' when the going gets tough stuff that old grandpas said before they ranted on about how they trudged through the snow 15 miles to get to school. But in the end really, it was sound advice. Sound advice with an unexpected turn that is. <br/><br/>The father liked the idea of a walk, even though he wouldn't probably have to walk anyway. His wife probably took the car back to the hotel and there wasn't a chance he was going to be able to join them. Not tonight at least. But a walk was probably what he needed. He drove several days straight to get to Silent Hill and as soon as they arrived they had to get back in the car to drive to the hospital. It felt like he hadn't walked in months. Chester smirked at the stranger. " Yeah, actually. It's called Lakeview. Over on West Sandford Street?" That was about the only street name he knew in this place so far, seeing as it took them forever to find it on their map. They didn't even check into a room yet, but that's probably where they were heading. He'll just get another room for the night. He didn't want to risk another fight. <br/><br/>"I don't know a whole lot about this place so I don't actually know which direction it is though." The comedian finally stood up, pulling his arms behind him in a stretch. He then grabbed his coffee again. "I hope you know better than I do."</span></span></span></td></tr></table>