〃Danny？〃 he called。 〃Danny； e here a minute； will you？ You've done
something wrong and I want you to e and take your medicine like a man。
Danny？ Danny！〃
》
TONY
（Danny 。。。）
（Dannneee 。。。）
Darkness and hallways。 He was wandering through darkness and hallways that
were like those which lay within the body of the hotel but were somehow
different。 The silkpapered walls stretched up and up； and even when he craned
his neck； Danny could not see the ceiling。 It was lost in dimness。 All the doors
were locked； and they also rose up to dimness。 Below the peepholes （in these
giant doors they were the size of gunsights）； tiny skulls and crossbones had
been bolted to each door instead of room numbers。
And somewhere； Tony was calling him。
（Dannneee 。。。）
There was a pounding noise； one he knew well； and hoarse shouts； faint with
distance。 He could not make out word for word； but he knew the text well enough
by now。 He had heard it before； in dreams and awake。
He paused； a little boy not yet three years out of diapers； and tried to
decide where he was； where he might be。 There was fear； but it was a fear he
could live with。 He had been afraid every day for two months now； to a degree
that ranged from dull disquiet to outright； mind…bending terror。 This he could
live with。 But he wanted to know why Tony had e； why he was making the sound
of his name in this hall that was neither a part of real things nor of the
dreamland where Tony sometimes showed him things。 Why； where —
〃Danny。〃
Far down the giant hallway； almost as tiny as Danny himself； was a dark
figure。 Tony。
〃Where am I？〃 he