we'll　do　next　spring？　The　three　of　us？〃

Danny　shook　his　head　against　her　breasts。　He　didn't　know。　It　seemed　there

could　never　be　spring　again。

〃We'll　go　fishing。　We'll　rent　a　boat　and　go　fishing；　just　like　we　did　last

year　on　Chatterton　Lake。　You　and　me　and　your　daddy。　And　maybe　you'll　catch　a

bass　for　our　supper。　And　maybe　we　won't　catch　anything；　but　we're　sure　to　have　a

good　time。〃

〃I　love　you；　Mommy；〃　he　said；　and　hugged　her。

〃Oh；　Danny；　I　love　you；　too。〃

Outside；　the　wind　whooped　and　screamed；

*　*　*

Around　four…thirty；　just　as　the　daylight　began　to　fail；　the　screams　ceased。

They　had　both　been　dozing　uneasily；　Wendy　still　holding　Danny　in　her　arms；　and

she　didn't　wake。　But　Danny　did。　Somehow　the　silence　was　worse；　more　ominous　than

the　screams　and　the　blows　against　the　strong　pantry　door。　Was　Daddy　asleep

again？　Or　dead？　Or　what？

（Did　he　get　out？）

Fifteen　minutes　later　the　silence　was　broken　by　a　hard；　grating；　metallic

rattle。　There　was　a　heavy　grinding；　then　a　mechanical　humming。　Wendy　came　awake

with　a　cry。

The　elevator　was　running　again。

They　listened　to　it；　wide…eyed；　hugging　each　other。　It　went　from　floor　to

floor；　the　grate　rattling　back；　the　brass　door　slamming　open。　There　was

laughter；　drunken　shouts；　occasional　screams；　and　the　sounds　of　breakage。

The　Overlook　was　ing　to　life　around　them。

》

JACK

He　sat　on　the　floor　of　the　pantry　with　his　legs　out　in　front　of　him；　a　box　of

Triscuit　crackers　between　them；　looking　at　the　door。　He　was　eating　the　crackers

one　by　one；　not　tasting　them；　only　eating　them　because　he　had　to　eat　something。

When　he　got　ou