Henry frowned when Jack claimed to be 'very much alive.' But when the wrist was offered, Henry took it. Jack hadn't been lying. Henry let out a sigh of relief and relaxed, slightly. At least he wasn't dealing with another 'ten hearts' killer.

Henry never cared to think back, as large portions of his own history seemed lost to him in the wash of his years at South Ashfield Heights. It was all far too fuzzy and the only good parts were in Silent Hill, anyway. However, now that he was more relaxed, he did realize that Jack smelled slightly of developer, and wondered if he worked in a dark room. That didn't seem like something that cult would be into. (although who really knew, with them?)

His thoughts were scattered when Jack spoke again. "Help you?" he asked, confused. "With what?"