t know why。
（The razor blade； that's why。）
Her blond hair； now dank and matted； hung in her eyes。 She brushed it away and
her ribs stabbed inside； making her groan。 Now she saw a field of blue and white
mattress； spotted with blood。 Her blood； or maybe Jack's。 Either way it was
still fresh。 She hadn't been out long。 And that was important because —
（？Why？）
Because —
It was the insectile； buzzing sound of the motor that she remembered first。
For a moment she fixed stupidly on the memory； and then in a single vertiginous
and nauseating swoop； her mind seemed to pan back； showing her everything at
once。
Hallorann。 It must have been Hallorann。 Why else would Jack have left so
suddenly； without finishing it 。。。 without finishing her？
Because he was no longer at leisure。 He had to find Danny quickly and 。。。
and do it before Hallorann could put a stop to it。
Or had it happened already？
She could hear the whine of the elevator rising up the shaft。
（No God please no the blood the blood's still fresh don't let it have happened
already）
Somehow she was able to find her feet and stagger through the bedroom and
across the ruins of the living room to the shattered front door。 She pushed it
open and made it out into the hall。
〃Danny！〃 she cried； wincing at the pain in her chest。 〃Mr。 Hallorann！ Is
anybody there？ Anybody？〃
The elevator had been running again and now it came to a stop。 She heard the
metallic crash of the gate being thrown back and then thought she heard a
speaking voice。 It might have been her imagination。 The wind was too loud to
really be able to tell。
Leaning against