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March 2007
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Henry Sherman-Townshend [userpic]
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Henry is sitting at his computer right now. Except it's not his computer, he doesn't have a computer. He could never figure out how to work the damn thing and never really had a reason to, anyway. He much prefers film cameras, anyway.

Of course, that's not the current issue. The issue now is that he's obviously not anywhere near Maine, and he has no idea how he got here. So he gets up and wanders slowly around the building he's in now. "...what....the hell? What's going on here....?"

It seems like he's in someone's house. He hopes they're not mad that he's there.

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Home and alone, Warren had spent most of the day trying to catch up on all the advanced reading he had for the classes that began on Monday. But it was dry as could be and it was so time for a smoke break.

Grabbing his pack and leather, Warren headed for the front door. Skidding to a stop as he almost collided with Henry, he grinned. "Hey, Dad. Come out and join me for a smoke?"

Henry backed up instinctively, trying to stay out of the younger man's way. And then he's talking to his father, almost like he didn't even see Henry- but he looks back around, and they're the only people in the room.

Warren's looking right at him, and Henry frowns. "I'm...sorry? What...?"

Warren blinked, waving his hand before Henry's face. "Whoa, Earth to Henry? Come on. Liz isn't here and I hate smoking by myself. Come on."

Henry backed up a step. This was not because he was scared, but he was confused and trying to regain his bearings. "How do you know....? ...what the hell? Liz?"

He looked rather helplessly at Warren, no recognition in the suddenly softer lines of his face. He wanted this to stop and for things to go back to normal again. This didn't make any sense.

Warren sighed. "No. Nonono. This isn't allowed to happen. Hermes said no more Silent Hill. That means no more weird shit."

He looked back up and snarled at the heavens. "Stop fucking with my family."

Henry blinked a few times, surprised by the outburst, then scratched his head. He wasn't even sure if he should be defensive or not. Nothing was computing.

"Wait, what does Silent Hill have to do with anything...? And...family? I'm sorry, I really am, but...I don't understand. I just woke up here and I don't..." He shook his head, his mouth hanging open. "Maybe we should go for that smoke..."

Warren slumped, sliding into his leather and trying not to look as sad as he felt. "Yeah, come on." He turned and went outside, expecting Henry to follow him. Lighting a cigarette, he held the pack out, assuming that Henry was there behind him.

Henry followed in silence, barely even making noise as he walked across the house and outside. He didn't sit, but instead took the pack hesitantly from Warren with a mumbled thanks. He lit it with the small plastic lighter in his own pocket- he'd been trying to quit, but somehow it just never happened- and puffed on it in silence for at least a minute.

He wanted to shrink away and hide, somewhere where he couldn't see the pain in this young man's eyes. He hated to think that he might be causing it.

Eventually, he couldn't take how awkward it was. "I am sorry. Can we start with...? Uh. I'm Henry Townshend. Who are you?" Oh, excellent. Now it was considerably more awkward.

Warren didn't say a word. He knew who he was and who Henry was. This wasn't his game.

"I'm Warren Peace Sherman-Townshend,' he admitted softly, his full name such a mouthful and yet he cherished it for everything that it meant. This was the family he'd always wanted.

"....oh." Henry sank heavily into the nearest chair. "So the...Dad thing....yeah." He gulped. His voice may have gotten even quieter. "But I- how can that happen? I...I had a life in Pleasant River..." Was that really true, though? Wasn't he just thinking of moving? All he'd been doing in that town was taking up space.

"How can I be..." He trailed off and inhaled smoke. "Okay...Warren. I'm missing a lot here, but...I'm sure I can figure it out. Who's Liz? And...uh, Hermes? And what were they saying about....is this....uh, our house?" He had about a million more, but that would have to do for now.

Warren took a long drag and held it in for a moment before speaking. "I... You'd moved from there before I met you but from what I can tell, things went bad. You came to a new place and met a wonderful lady named Liz Sherman."

Another drag as he shuffled nervously. "You guys are great together and very much in love. Well you guys met two kids, me and John Allerdyce and you took us in and then adopted us. So now we're one big happy family." If you added in Henry's alternate, Eileen, a naked greek god on the sofa from time to time, the gay hiv positive boyfriend, the mutant steely boyfriend, the girlfriend that was the daughter of Liz's alternate and the partridge in a pear tree.

It's a veritable sitcom situation right ther- wait, no it isn't. Henry's trying to absorb the information about the two kids, so leaving the god and the boyfriends and alternate universe girlfriend is probably a good plan.

Family...Henry gulped again. He can't imagine himself with a family. Hell, he can't imagine himself as anything but alone. Maybe, though, he wasn't messing this up too badly. "That's..." He nodded, apparently confirming something with himself. "Liz...she's the one in the pictures on the wall?" If there's anything Henry pays attention to, it's photos. "And this...this is the new place?" He may have been smiling, just a little. This wasn't bad. Not bad at all.

Warren nodded. "That's her. You have helped her through a lot with her pyromania and all. Actually I think you have helped all of us with that. Specially when I was having issues with mine and all." He chuckled.

"Wait, I always have issues with it."

"...really? I don't think I've ever...." He trailed off again, then shrugged. "I don't usually talk to people much. This is...really new. Never would have thought....anyway, I'm glad I helped. I- I wish I could remember." He frowned slightly, which was about as far as he'd be going in his facial expressions. "Do you know why I might not be? I remember being in Maine...it's 2007 now, right? January?"

Warren nodded. "Yep, that's the date. And this isn't Maine. And..." He didn't say anything else, pulling out another cigarette. But this time he lit it with no lighter, just on the tiny flame in the center of his palm.