—It’s just a dream, sweetheart. Just a dream.

But she said it more for herself than for Danny.

Jack and the Voices Days passed, and Jack started to notice something. An echo in the hallways. A feeling that the Overlook wasn’t as empty as they thought.

And then there was the bar.

Jack knew it was closed. There was no alcohol anywhere in the hotel. And yet…

One night, he went down to the Colorado Lounge, and there was Lloyd, behind the bar. A refined man with a calm smile.

—You look tired, Mr. Torrance —Lloyd said.

Jack felt a sharp thirst.

—Are you real?

Lloyd smiled.

—Does it matter?

Jack looked at the glass in front of him. Whiskey, amber and smooth, waiting for him.

He took it.

He drank.

The Overlook smiled.

Third Part: Blood on the Walls

The snow covered the outside world, erasing any trace of roads or civilization. The Overlook was an island. And inside it, something was waking up.

Danny could feel it.