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Then
the
car
smashed
broadside
into
one
of
the
embankments
,
rebounded
,
slewed
halfway
around
,
and
came
to
a
stop
.
The
rear
wheels
spun
uselessly
.
Hallorann
snapped
the
gearshift
into
park
,
and
then
covered
his
face
with
his
hands
.
He
did
not
precisely
cry
;
what
escaped
him
was
an
uneven
huh
-
huh
-
huh
sound
.
His
chest
heaved
.
He
knew
that
if
that
blast
had
taken
him
on
a
stretch
of
road
with
a
dropoff
on
one
side
or
the
other
,
he
might
well
be
dead
now
.
Maybe
that
had
been
the
idea
.
And
it
might
hit
him
again
,
at
any
time
.
He
would
have
to
protect
against
it
.
He
was
surrounded
by
a
red
force
of
immense
power
that
might
have
been
memory
.
He
was
drowning
in
instinct
.
He
took
his
hands
away
from
his
face
and
opened
his
eyes
cautiously
.
Nothing
.
If
there
was
something
trying
to
scare
him
again
,
it
wasn
’
t
getting
through
.
He
was
closed
off
Had
that
happened
to
the
boy
?
Dear
God
,
had
that
happened
to
the
little
boy
?
And
of
all
the
images
,
the
one
that
bothered
him
the
roost
was
that
dull
whacking
sound
,
like
a
hammer
splatting
into
thick
cheese
.
What
did
that
mean
?
.
(
Jesus
,
not
that
little
boy
.
Jesus
,
please
.
)
He
dropped
the
gearshift
lever
into
low
range
and
fed
the
engine
gas
a
little
at
a
time
.
The
wheels
spun
,
caught
,
spun
,
and
caught
again
.
The
Buick
began
to
move
,
its
headlights
cutting
weakly
through
the
swirling
snow
.
He
looked
at
his
watch
.
Almost
six
-
thirty
now
.
And
he
was
beginning
to
feel
that
was
very
late
indeed
.
Wendy
Torrance
stood
indecisive
in
the
middle
of
the
bedroom
,
looking
at
her
son
,
who
had
fallen
fast
asleep
.
Half
an
hour
ago
the
sounds
had
ceased
.
All
of
them
,
all
at
once
.
The
elevator
,
the
party
,
the
sound
of
room
doors
opening
and
closing
.
Instead
of
easing
her
mind
it
made
the
tension
that
had
been
building
in
her
even
worse
;
it
was
like
a
malefic
hush
before
the
storm
’
s
final
brutal
push
.
But
Danny
had
dozed
off
almost
at
once
;
first
into
a
light
,
twitching
doze
,
and
in
the
last
ten
minutes
or
so
a
heavier
sleep
.
Even
looking
directly
at
him
she
could
barely
see
the
slow
rise
and
fall
of
his
narrow
chest
.
She
wondered
when
he
had
last
gotten
a
full
night
’
s
sleep
,
one
without
tormenting
dreams
or
long
periods
of
dark
wakefulness
,
listening
to
revels
that
had
only
become
audible
-
and
visible
-
to
her
in
the
last
couple
of
days
,
as
the
Overlook
’
s
grip
on
the
three
of
them
tightened
.
