door with feverish
intensity。 Through the diamond…shaped window in the center of the elevator door
she thought she could make out the cables； thrumming slightly。 The elevator
clanked to a stop below them； at lobby level。 They heard the doors thump open。
And 。。。
（party）
Why had she thought party？ The word had simply jumped into her head for no
reason at all。 The silence in the Overlook was plete and intense except for
the weird noises ing up the elevator shaft。
（must have been quite a party）
（？？？WHAT PARTY？？？）
For just a moment her mind had filled with an image so real that it seemed to
be a memory 。。。 not just any memory but one of those you treasure； one of
those you keep for very special occasions and rarely mention aloud。 Lights 。。。
hundreds； maybe thousands of them。 Lights and colors； the pop of champagne
corks； a forty…piece orchestra playing Glenn Miller's 〃In the Mood。〃 But Glenn
Miller had gone down in his bomber before she was born； how could she have a
memory of Glenn Miller？
She looked down at Danny and saw his head had cocked to one side； as if he was
hearing something she couldn't hear。 His face was very pale。
Thump。
The door had slid shut down there。 A humming whine as the elevator began to
rise。 She saw the engine housing on top of the car first through the diamond…
shaped window； then the interior of the car； seen through the further diamond
shapes made by the brass gate。 Warm yellow light from the car's overhead。 It was
empty。 The car was empty。 It was empty but
（on the night of the party they must have crowded in by the dozens； crowded
the car way beyond its safety l