Log; Ongoing

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When; Monday night
Rating; PG-13 at the most. Just in case.
Characters; Alessa alessalearnt and Henry wisdom_rcvr
Summary; Henry's head hurts, and Alessa goes to relieve his pain.
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Building 11, Apartment 302. This is where he said she'd find him. She stood in front of the door of Henry's apartment, gazing at it intently. Aparment 302. How ironic. Even in death, the past still haunted them...all of them. Even now, the Room refused to let its grip on the Wisdom Reciever lessen. Well, Alessa would take care of that.

You will not have him, she thought to the Room. He is not yours to have or keep. You will let him go. There was no reply, and she did not expect one. It was going to be tricky, she knew. Henry was slowly falling into madness and she did not blame him nor was she surprised. But she would help his head. She would give him relief from the pain, just as Lisa was forever changing her bandages and doing all she could to ensure Alessa was comfortable.

Alessa touched the doorknob and willed it to open, not bothering to knock. The door gave, somewhat reluctantly, and she found herself in an apartment that looked eerily similar to the Room, to the mother that Walter adored so dearly and could not remember. She felt a twinge of jealousy at that thought, but shoved it aside, closing the door behind her. The air was filled with an unknown tension and menace, that a normal person wouldn't be able to place. But she knew the feeling well.

'Henry? Reciever, where are you?' She called out, surveying her surroundings curiously as she waited for Henry to come out from wherever it was he was hiding.

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'There, see?' she pulled away from him, and smiled. 'All better. You should write down the things in your head; it will help keep them organized. If it ever gets that bad again, you know where to find me.' The sudden feeling of compassion welled up in her chest, and she swallowed, not used to such a positive emotion. I suppose I should get used to it....I need to take care of my own, she thought to herself.

'Sleep, Henry...and dream of pleasant things,' she whispered, reaching out with her mind to put the impression of happy thoughts in his head. Just one thought was all it would take. His brain would automatically recall happy things and keep them on his mind. 'Good night.'

She began to tread back down the hallway, her brow furrowed at the sight of the cracks. You aren't going to give him up without a fight, I know, she thought to the Room. But the Wisdom Reciever is his own master, and you will not have him. She didn't know how long his calm would last, but tonight, at least, he would be at peace.

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He didn't have many happy thoughts left- he's not sure quite how or why they left, although he suspects Walter had something to do with it. But most of his life before he moved to the apartment in South Ashfield Heights was just gone. His most vivid memories were always of visiting Silent Hill- everything else was a vague mishmash of things that could be his life, or could just as easily be something he saw on TV once.

However, with Alessa's help, he thought about the lake and how beautiful it was sometimes. Toluca was almost always shrouded in mist- he could always get good pictures there, even so. He let the fog obscure everything in his head and smiled back towards Alessa. "Thanks, Mom," he said in barely a whisper.

Then crawled back towards his room at the back of the hallway. He kicked the laptop shut- it's a miracle that he made it back to the bed. But if he was finally going to sleep well, it should be in someplace comfortable. He let the quiet overtake him and the memory of her words soothe him into sleep.