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Danny
’
s
breath
stopped
in
his
throat
with
a
little
gasp
.
Was
it
just
another
face
of
the
hotel
,
another
illusion
?
Or
was
it
Dick
?
He
wanted
-
wanted
desperately
-
to
believe
it
was
Dick
,
but
he
didn
’
t
dare
take
the
chance
.
He
retreated
down
the
main
corridor
,
and
then
took
one
of
the
offshoots
,
his
feet
whispering
on
the
nap
of
the
carpet
.
Locked
doors
frowned
down
at
him
as
they
had
done
in
the
dreams
,
the
visions
,
only
now
he
was
in
the
world
of
real
things
,
where
the
game
was
played
for
keeps
.
He
turned
to
the
right
and
came
to
a
halt
,
his
heart
thudding
heavily
in
his
chest
.
Heat
was
blowing
around
his
ankles
.
From
the
registers
,
of
course
.
This
must
have
been
Daddy
’
s
day
to
heat
the
west
wing
and
(
You
will
remember
what
your
father
forgot
.
)
What
was
it
?
He
almost
knew
.
Something
that
might
save
him
and
Mommy
?
But
Tony
had
said
he
would
have
to
do
it
himself
.
What
was
it
?
He
sank
down
against
the
wall
,
trying
desperately
to
think
.
It
was
so
hard
…
the
hotel
kept
trying
to
get
into
his
head
…
the
image
of
that
dark
and
slumped
form
swinging
the
mallet
from
side
to
side
,
gouging
the
wallpaper
…
sending
out
puffs
of
plaster
dust
.
"
Help
me
,
"
he
muttered
.
"
Tony
,
help
me
.
"
And
suddenly
he
became
aware
that
the
hotel
had
grown
deathly
silent
.
The
whining
sound
of
the
motor
had
stopped
(
must
not
have
been
real
)
