[The door to the back was locked shut, and it didn't open when the front door jangled. So far, several customers had come by, asking if the store was open despite the sign on the front desk that cheerfully asked them to come back another time.
He recognized the voice, though, and a few seconds after Dylan called out a second time, the lock rattled, and the door edged open.
The man in the doorway looked like Jack, but he didn't look well. There was something like blood at the edge of his chin (black, dried, no obvious source) and he obviously hadn't slept or showered or changed.
He took a gun with him to Silent Hill, but it was nowhere to be seen. It was tucked away, loaded and ready. In case someone came for Helen, or the sirens went off. They could appear anywhere and follow anywhere, and he had to be prepared. He knew Dylan, but he didn't trust his own eyes. No one in that place had seen what he saw, and so many of the monsters had looked like old enemies and friends.
On the opposite side of the doorframe, Helen was leaning against the wall. She put her finger to her lips, and her eyes flashed fire. Not a peep.]