Chapter 2 – The Contact

“Mr. Fenton,” the police officer said as Danny stepped out of the car and onto the dirt his children had previously trod upon. Danny was wearing a black and white striped dress shirt and black slacks. “Can you step over here with me, please?”
“Have you found anything yet?” Danny asked in a trembling voice. His lip quivered. His arms were stiff. But the officer pulled him over near a pair of bushes away from the lights and other police units scattered throughout the scene. Numerous other officers were patrolling the house, walking in and out of the front door. Some were even jumping in and out of the hole in the side of the house, testing to see if they were to go anywhere, almost seeming to not take the situation seriously. It was unfortunate that Amity Park’s police force had this much lack of care for anything, but that was the way it had been since the chief of police died.
“My babies!” shouted Sam, running out of the passenger side in her black corset and flowing skirt, rushing past the caution tape and into the forceful arms of the police force, who held her back as she tried to press through. “Get the hell off of me. I need to see my babies. Dammit, I said get off!”
“This is what I wanted to talk to you about, Mr. Fenton,” the officer said slowly, “We’ve been out here for two hours and still haven’t found anything.”
“I’m just sorry I couldn’t get here sooner,” Danny said, “Traffic was awful. The worry as to what might have happened didn’t help my driving either.” Beyond the yellow tape, Sam seemed to be getting more and more frantic. Eventually, one of the officers took a tranquilizer to her and stuck her with it in the arm.
“Hey,” Danny shouted, “that’s not necessary!” He ran beyond the yellow tape and caught his wife as she was falling.
“Sir, we only did what was necessary,” the officer explained, “She was getting irate, and we can understand that. But she can’t interfere with the crime scene.”
“Dammit,” Danny said, “Those are our kids in there. We need to know what’s going on; she’s only as worried as any mother would be.”
“Yes, sir,” the officer explained, “we understand that, and we still need to continue our search. The problem is that the forensics team could only find their friends’ footprints and not your kids. It’s as if they never entered the house in the first place, so the stories we’re getting aren’t matching up.” The officer looked over and saw his other men still practicing the supposed jump through the hole. “Men, get out of there! You’re interfering with the crime scene!” He pointed to them and said, “New guys; they still don’t get it.”
“I don’t know what to do,” Danny said, looking down at a now sedate Sam, “I feel so helpless. Saving the world was one thing, but losing my kids is something that I never planned on.”
“Nobody ever plans on it,” the officer said, his words not helping, “Why don’t you and your wife go home and get some rest, as you both obviously need it. We’ll give you a call if we find anything.”
Danny carried Sam back to the car, strapped her in, and drove back to their apartment. He began to wonder if Sam had any idea if this was going to happen or not, as her psychic abilities had been acting up for awhile, at least before her frequent migraines began. Sam started displaying psychic abilities around the latter years of high school and learned how to control them through college. Danny’s cousin, Danielle, began displaying them around the same time for whatever reason. In fact, several of his other friends (including Gaz Membrane) began showing psychic abilities as well. He always wondered what might have been the cause of it, but neither Prof. Utonium nor Prof. Membrane could explain the phenomena, only the current science of it without the cause.
As of late, however, Sam had been having frequent nightmares about being locked in the apartment from the inside by chains and having frequent migraines which prevented her concentration on nearly anything.
Danny laid Sam on the couch, resting her head gently onto the soft, cotton pillow at one end while he sat at the other and awaited the phone call in the dark of the evening. A few moments passed, and he looked over at Sam as she lay fast asleep on her side. He ran his hand along her side and hip, trying to show her the affection she needed right now, asleep or not, and trying to take his mind off the situation.
Two hours passed. Danny lay next to Sam on the couch, arms wrapped around her from behind, having dosed off himself. Out of nowhere, the buzz from the phone collided with his eardrum. He arose in a groggy state and snatched up the phone, pressing the talk button and putting the speaker to his ear.
“Hello,” Danny groaned.
“Mr. Fenton?” the gruff voice on the other end asked.
“Yes?” Danny asked rhetorically.
“This is Detective Sturm with the missing person’s division,” the voice said, “I want to inform you that my police unit still has not found anything on your children. We want to put out a missing person’s case on them, but we need some information first.”
“Absolutely,” Danny said and proceeded to give the necessary information (the last time they saw them, what they were wearing, etc.). They parted on friendly terms, but Danny could only think of what may have happened or be happening to his kids at the moment. He decided, however, to go back to sleep.
The Saturday morning light beamed down through the window onto Danny and Sam. The sunbeams flew straight between the cracks in Danny’s eyelids, causing them to flutter. But it was not the sun that caused him to get up but rather the telephone ringing. He dragged his upper body up and pressed the talk button.
“Hello,” Danny said into the receiver.
“Danny?” the voice of his cousin asked on the other end, “Hey, it’s Dani. I’ve really got to tell you something.”
“Is it about David and Christine?”
“Yes; I know where they are.”
“Where?” Danny asked nervously, “Tell me…please.”
“I saw it in my dreams,” Dani said, “My clairvoyance has been acting up as of late, but this one last night was the most vivid. David and Christine are in the town of Silent Hill.”
“Can we meet?”
“Yes,” Dani said, “Meet me at the Penny coffee house at three this afternoon and we’ll discuss what has happened.”
“Okay,” Danny said in a slightly relieved tone but still with a sense of worry, “I’ll wake up Sam, and we’ll meet you there.”
“Thanks,” Dani said, “See you then.” With that, she hung up.
Danny looked down at Sam, who was still fast asleep, and thought about what it meant to truly be in love. They had been through so much and still stuck together through thick and thin. Now, every parent’s worst nightmare had become their reality. He felt as if his emotions were thrown into a blender and thrown into his brain. His heart sank, and he fell back down next to her.
Just then, Sam’s body made a slight twitch. She had still not come out of her restless dreams and was obviously having some strife with them. Her mouth began to spout some strange murmur. Danny leaned in to hear what she was saying.
“Silent Hill,” Sam mumbled in her half sleep.