WHO: Heather & [OPEN] WHAT: Browsing the shelves in a music store. WHEN: This afternoon. WHERE: The mall. RATING: TBD.
Heather wasn't exactly a fan of the mall after her experiences back home, when the mall there had transformed into an almost literal hell on earth, but she knew she wanted to head out and try to forget about all of the after-effects of the fear demon. She felt a lot better, but her head still felt funny, like she couldn't quite shake the feelings she'd had when Barbas was still in town. It was stupid and she knew it, but she knew Cassidy was right. Silent Hill was a part of her, and it always would be a part of her. There was no way to get away from that.
When she got to the mall, Heather first thought about heading into the video game store, but she decided against it. The last thing she needed was to see a pixelated version of herself on the cover of a game, so instead she headed off in the opposite direction towards the music store.
She spent a few minutes browsing the various CD's, which were becoming almost obsolete with the invention of iPods and MP3 players, but Heather didn't have one of those. She had no problem with CD's, really. Just as she was reaching out for one, standing in the classic rock section, someone else's hand went right for the same one.
"Sorry, go ahead. I'm just looking, anyway," she said to the other person.