<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%;">If Chester had a map on him, he could have easily found where the hotel was because he starred at that spot for several hours on the trip here. However, the map was in the car so there would be no use coming out of it today. Without the map, Chester didn't really know where anything was, including the hotel, but it didn't really matter to him. The walk was nice and the sun, although a little warm for him at this point, almost smiled down on the town and on them. The air smelled like any large body of water would and the breeze just the same. He took a sip from his coffee. <br/><br/>"Really?" The brown haired man looked to the other. "You hold yourself as if you know the place like the back of your hand." It really shouldn't be a surprise, seeing as Silent Hill had been getting lots of new folk and families, but maybe it was just an assumption that Chester had made. That everyone besides him knew this place better than he did. And that assumption probably escalated to everyone has been here before. But there was some comfort in knowing that the man hadn't been here before either. Talking to someone who knows what they are doing is a lot more intimidating than talking to someone who was in your same shoes after all. <br/><br/>In small incriminates, the sound of music grew until the ears of the comedian could hear, revealing that someone nearby was playing the piano. He didn't know where at first until they turned into a park, in which a woman sat and played merrily. She enjoyed herself very much, based on the large smile on her face, and if there ever was a moment when smiles were contagious, it was then for Chester did so as well. The music was a great break from the drawn out noises of cars and people, and someone actually having fun in the midst of all too serious faces was like a beckon of relief. <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%;">Things started to change though when the man mentioned his unpleasant encounters. Not only did the conversation take a turn, but the joyous tune turned to something softer yet infinitely more sad. It was as if his voice controlled her music, even though her fingers danced as if they couldn't be bound. The smile on her face and the shock in the story contradicted one another and it left Chester somewhat confused. A car accident wasn't really something he liked to think about when listening to performers, but it helped him understand the man, and in that sense he was glad the story was told. <br/><br/>"Yes and no." Chester took another drink from his almost empty cup. "We were actually checking an available house since we're trying to find a new place, and my wife saw one here online. We figure we'd drive to see it in person, and whether or not we decide to buy it, the kids could go on the rides." He shrugged. "Kinda got cut short though when we had to stop by the hospital." He eyed the small name card with only minor curiosity, but the sudden look at him in the corner of his eyes drawn him away. Laura, as he presumed, smiled at him, but in a slightly different way than she had before, which made him quirk an eyebrow with a slight smile. To break his awkward gaze, he said to her,"You're very good."<br/><br/>Even though she was talented and she seemed friendly, Chester felt slightly uncomfortable. He didn't know why, but the eerie song, the story he had just heard, and the sudden realization of the woman's isolation made the father feel as if he wasn't wanted there. As friendly as she seemed with her smiles and music, it just didn't seem... he couldn't think of the word. It just seemed... uncanny. In a weird, surreal way. He glanced at the man next to him, almost as if trying to come up with a reason not to feel the way he did.</span></span></span></td></tr></table>