Jack just smiled and leaned back in his chair as he heard a beeping from his cuff. Flipping up the cover, he projected a familiar face on the wall, though he looked tired and a little worse for wear.

"So hi, Captain. This is gonna be a lot trickier than we were thinking," Michell said. "Just got back. We spent three days there." Ah, time travel was a crazy thing. "I'm going to need a whole team, but it's sealed up for now, should hold for ahile. What--"

Jack interrupted him. "How about you take Henry here to his quarters and talk about it with him? No one knows that part of Silent Hill better." The projection cut off and Mitchell arrived in the doorway, covered in blood. It wasn't his own. "You could have taken a shower first," he pointed out.

"Could have. Didn't. Hi again, Henry!"