breathing； thank God for that。 It was ing in long； harsh draws that shook his
whole frame。
Looking at him more closely； Wendy's eyes widened。 One arm of the parka he was
wearing was blackened and singed。 One side of it had been ripped open。 There was
blood in his hair and a shallow but ugly scratch down the back of his neck。
（My God； what's happened to him？）
〃Danny！〃 the hoarse； petulant voice roared from above them。 〃Get out here；
goddammit！〃
There was no time to wonder about it now。 She began to shake him； her face
twisting at the flare of agony in her ribs。 Her side felt hot and massive and
swollen。
（What if they're poking my lung whenever I move？）
There was no help for that； either。 If Jack found Danny； he would kill him；
beat him to death with that mallet as he had tried to do to her。
So she shook Hallorann； and then began to slap the unbruised side of his face
lightly。
〃Wake up；〃 she said。 〃Mr。 Hallorann； you've got to wake up。 Please 。。。
please 。。。〃
From overhead； the restless booming sounds of the mallet as Jack Torrance
looked for his son。
* * *
Danny stood with his back against the door； looking at the right angle where
the hallways joined。 The steady； irregular booming sound of the mallet against
the walls grew louder。 The thing that was after him screamed and howled and
cursed。 Dream and reality had joined together without a seam。
It came around the corner。
In a way； what Danny felt was relief。 It was not his father。 The mask of face
and body had been ripped and shredded and made into a bad joke。 It was not his
daddy； not this Saturday Night Shock Show horror wi