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He
took
them
downstairs
and
through
the
kitchen
.
In
back
there
was
a
door
which
gave
on
the
outside
.
A
cold
night
wind
blew
against
his
nearly
naked
body
,
and
his
feet
went
numb
almost
instantly
against
the
cold
concrete
of
the
platform
he
was
standing
on
,
the
platform
where
milk
deliveries
were
made
during
the
hotel
’
s
operating
season
.
He
put
the
puzzle
and
the
bowl
down
carefully
,
and
when
he
stood
up
he
looked
at
the
thermometer
nailed
outside
the
door
FRESH
UP
WITH
7
-
up
,
the
thermometer
said
,
and
the
mercury
stood
at
an
even
twenty
-
five
degrees
.
The
cold
would
kill
them
by
morning
.
He
went
in
and
shut
the
door
firmly
.
After
a
moment
’
s
thought
he
locked
it
,
too
.
He
crossed
the
kitchen
again
and
shut
off
the
lights
.
He
stood
in
the
darkness
for
a
moment
,
thinking
,
wanting
a
drink
.
Suddenly
the
hotel
seemed
full
of
a
thousand
stealthy
sounds
:
creakings
and
groans
and
the
sly
sniff
of
the
wind
under
the
eaves
where
more
wasps
’
nests
might
be
hanging
like
deadly
fruit
.
They
had
come
back
.
And
suddenly
he
found
that
he
didn
’
t
like
the
Overlook
so
well
anymore
,
as
if
it
wasn
’
t
wasps
that
had
stung
his
son
,
wasps
that
had
miraculously
lived
through
the
bug
bomb
assault
,
but
the
hotel
itself
.
His
last
thought
before
going
upstairs
to
his
wife
and
son
(
from
now
on
you
will
hold
your
temper
.
No
Mattes
What
.
)
was
firm
and
hard
and
sure
.
As
he
went
down
the
hall
to
them
he
wiped
his
lips
with
the
back
of
his
hand
.
Stripped
to
his
underpants
,
lying
on
the
examination
table
,
Danny
Torrance
looked
very
small
.
He
was
looking
up
at
Dr
.
(
"
Just
call
me
Bill
"
)
Edmonds
,
who
was
wheeling
a
large
black
machine
up
beside
him
.
Danny
rolled
his
eyes
to
get
a
better
look
at
it
.
