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The
closet
?
Empty
.
Then
the
soft
shades
of
gray
began
to
wash
over
her
and
she
fell
down
on
the
mattress
Jack
had
ripped
from
the
bed
,
semiconscious
.
Hallorann
reached
the
overturned
snowmobile
just
as
,
a
mile
and
a
half
away
,
Wendy
was
pulling
herself
around
the
corner
and
into
the
short
hallway
leading
to
the
caretaker
’
s
apartment
.
It
wasn
’
t
the
snowmobile
he
wanted
but
the
gascan
held
onto
the
back
by
a
pair
of
elastic
straps
.
His
hands
,
still
clad
in
Howard
Cottrell
’
s
blue
mittens
,
seized
the
top
strap
and
pulled
it
free
as
the
hedge
lion
roared
behind
him
-
a
sound
that
seemed
to
be
more
in
his
head
than
outside
of
it
.
A
hard
,
brambly
slap
to
his
left
leg
,
making
the
knee
sing
with
pain
as
it
was
driven
in
a
way
the
joint
had
never
been
expected
to
bend
.
A
groan
escaped
Hallorann
’
s
clenched
teeth
.
It
would
come
for
the
kill
any
time
now
,
tired
of
playing
with
him
.
He
fumbled
for
the
second
strap
.
Sticky
blood
ran
in
his
eyes
.
(
Roar
!
Slap
!
)
That
one
raked
across
his
buttocks
,
almost
tumbling
him
over
and
away
from
the
snowmobile
again
.
He
held
on
-
no
exaggeration
-
for
dear
life
.
Then
he
had
freed
the
second
strap
.
He
clutched
the
gascan
to
him
as
the
lion
struck
again
,
rolling
him
over
on
his
back
.
He
saw
it
again
,
only
a
shadow
in
the
darkness
and
falling
snow
,
as
nightmarish
as
a
moving
gargoyle
.
Hallorann
twisted
at
the
can
’
s
cap
as
the
moving
shadow
stalked
him
,
kicking
up
snowpuffs
.
As
it
moved
in
again
the
cap
spun
free
,
releasing
the
pungent
smell
of
the
gasoline
.
Hallorann
gained
his
knees
and
as
it
came
at
him
,
lowslung
and
incredibly
quick
,
he
splashed
it
with
the
gas
.
There
was
a
hissing
,
spitting
sound
and
it
drew
back
.
