[She settles down to wait; relying on outside help hasn't generally worked very well, but it's a better plan than dwelling on being kidnapped and toyed with by some unknown power - Silent Hill was Hell, but it was, at least, a known Hell she'd gotten used to, and while she wanted out, this wasn't what she'd meant.]

[There may be occasional bursts of white-noise static still, although nothing that's actually an attempt at contact; by the time he gets there, the radius of the twisted area around her has shrunk a little, and her image is ... well, eighteen-ish and only MOSTLY burned and nightmarish, with what seems to be a few patches that "missed" getting "damaged". She's waiting, hanging close to the wall uncertainly.]