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Epilogue

In a city not far east of Silent Hill, there is an orphanage. Like many orphanages, it has long been overcrowded, but the staff could not turn away the seven girls and six boys who turned up on their doorstep one evening. They were alone, all dressed in matching black dresses and robes, and they were quiet for days, refusing to say a word to the counselors or the police. They kept to each other, treating the staff and other children like dangerous animals who had to be carefully watched from a distance.

Finally, after a few days, the children broke down in individual sessions with the counselors. They gave their names and tearfully asked if God had abandoned them or what the nonbelievers would do to them. Only one girl, Deirdre, said something more: "God died in Silent Hill. Alice brought us here to find a new one. She and Ivan can't help us find her." She would not go on, and with her silence Alice and Ivan effectively vanished into the world.

In a quaint, polished middle-class town much farther from the isolated Silent Hill, there lives an old married couple. For weeks after their only son's violent death they grieved, with no answers to console them and regrets to haunt them. And so when Henry appeared on their doorstep in tattered clothing and blind but alive, it was a miracle from God.

Caught up in their tears and their shock, the couple did not notice Cheryl slip away before anything could be asked of her. As she drove onto the interstate towards home, she had the feeling-- for the first time in a long time-- that everything could be okay again. For once, she though, she would call Douglas instead of waiting for him.

And in a city a day's drive from Silent Hill, police pulled down the yellow tape around run-down South Ashfield Heights, after two months of bizarre deaths and incidents. Anyone could survive entering the building now, and all the strange occurrences it seemed to spread throughout the city had stopped entirely.

It was not long after the investigation ended that the apartment complex, though sound in structure, was condemned and scheduled for demolition. The rooms inside seemed prepared for it, each mysteriously torn apart-- except for one. One apartment was remarkably clean, as if it had just been scrubbed down. Inside it was eerily serene, quiet with soft light.

No voices, no ghosts, no shudders of the spine.

Just an empty room.