It's a strange thing: even though the woods are chilly and clammy, Scott feels right at home.  He always was a cool weather person (he tended to overheat much faster than he froze), but in weather that would make most people feel depressed, he actually feels his mood starting to improve.  Once or twice, he thinks he can see, in his peripheral vision, dark shapes moving out there in the fog, but when he turns to look--nothing.  Perhaps it's just his imagination.<br/><br/>"So...what're you seeing the shrink for?" he asks, conversationally, as he tries the gate.  "Me, I just got dumped by my girlfriend.  Well, that, and I've been having all kinds of weird dreams lately.  What've you  heard about Silent Hill?  It's supposed to be...haunted, or something, right?"