Henry could now make out the vague outline ahead. For an instant he froze, hesitant now that the subject of his search was right in front of him, just beyond clear vision. But the woman's queries, muffled slightly by the billowing fog but still quite audible, reassured him that this was a... well, at least a sentient presence he was dealing with, and not some mindless monster. The weeping had not laid that particular fear to rest... there had been ghosts who had wept, or muttered, even as they tried to kill him. But they had never responded to or addressed him directly like this.
Forward again, small steps, he slowly closed the last of the distance, sending his reply ahead of him; "No, I'm sorry, it's not. My name's Henry. I'm alone here."
If she were similarly alone, and it seemed likely... well, he wasn't sure if in her place he would want to meet a strange man in a town like this, especially when it seemed she was expecting someone else. Still, that was for her to decide. As he continued forward, shape and outline took on depth and color; a woman's form, turned from him. He would have thought he'd never want to turn his back on anything this town might bring his way. What could she have to hide?
"Are you okay?" he asked, repeating his earlier query.
He stopped a few feet away, leaving her breathing room. Her face was hidden from him, but she seemed normal enough... almost disturbingly so. Her appearance screamed conservative, middle class suburbia from head to toe. Normalcy. Normalcy in the midst of Silent Hill. He was a little chilled by it.
Which is stupid, he told himself. What was he afraid of now anyway? He was dead... wasn't he? As sure of that as he'd felt earlier, now he didn't think he was sure enough to bet his existence on it. And not that she was dangerous, but then, it was hard to say what a place like this would do to a person. Who knew what she had just been through, that had prompted the screams that drew him here? He watched her, concerned but maybe also a little wary.