moment later there were running footsteps on the stairs。 Wendy Torrance at first
shrank back against him and then began to stumble down the main corridor to the
stairs as fast as she could。
〃Danny！ Danny！ Oh； thank God！ Thank God！〃
She swept him into a hug； groaning with joy as well as her pain。
（Danny。）
Danny looked at him from his mother's arms； and Hallorann saw how the boy had
changed。 His face was pale and pinched； his eyes dark and fathomless。 He looked
as if he had lost weight。 Looking at the two of them together； Hallorann thought
it was the mother who looked younger； in spite of the terrible beating she had
taken。
（Dick — we have to go — run — the place — it's going to）
Picture of the Overlook； flames leaping out of its roof。 Bricks raining down
on the snow。 Clang of firebells 。。。 not that any fire truck would be able to
get up here much before the end of March。 Most of all what came through in
Danny's thought was a sense of urgent immediacy； a feeling that it was going to
happen at any time。
〃All right；〃 Hallorann said。 He began to move toward the two of them and at
first it was like swimming through deep water。 His sense of balance was screwed；
and the eye on the right side of his face didn't want to focus。 His jaw was
sending giant throbbing bursts of pain up to his temple and down his neck； and
his cheek felt as large as a cabbage。 But the boy's urgency had gotten him
going； and it got a little easier。
〃All right？〃 Wendy asked。 She looked from Hallorann to her son and back to
Hallorann。 〃What do you mean； all right？〃
〃We have to go；〃 Hallorann said。
〃I'm not dressed 。。。 my c