For an adult it would have been unfortably small； but it fitted his own fingers perfectly。 He placed it in the keyhole at the center of the clockface。
It went firmly home with a tiny click； more felt than heard。 It wound to the right； of course； clockwise。
Danny turned the key until it would turn no more and then removed it。 The clock began to tick。 Cogs turned。 A large balance wheel rocked back and forth in semicircles。 The hands were moving。 If you kept your head perfectly motionless and your eyes wide open； you could see the minute hand inching along toward its meeting some forty…five minutes from now with the hour hand。 At XII。
（And the Red Death held sway over all。） He frowned； and then shook the thought away。 It was a thought with no meaning or reference for him。
He reached his index finger out again and pushed the minute band up to the hour； curious about what might happen。 It obviously wasn't a cuckoo clock； but that steel rail bad to have some purpose。
There was a small； ratcheting series of clicks； and then the clock began to tinkle Strauss's 〃Blue Danube Waltz。〃 A punched roll of cloth no more than two inches in width began to unwind。 A small series of brass strikers rose and fell。
From behind the clockface two figures glided into view along the steel track； ballet dancers； on the left a girl in a fluffy skirt and white stockings； on the right a boy in a black leotard and ballet slippers。 Their hands were held in arches over their beads。 They came together in the middle； in front of VI。
Danny espied tiny grooves in their sides； just below their armpits。 The axis bar slipped into these grooves and he heard another small click。 The cogs at either end of the bar began to。 turn。 〃The Blue Danube〃 tinkled。 The dancers' arms came down around each other。 The boy flipped the girl up over his head and then whirled over the bar。 They were now lying prone； the boy's head buried beneath the girl's short ballet skirt； the girl's face pressed against the center of the boy's leotard。 They writhed in a mechanical frenzy。
Danny's nose wrinkled。 They were kissing peepees。 That made him feel sick。
A moment later and things began to run backward。 The boy whirled back over the axis bar。 He flipped the girl into an upright position。 They seemed to nod knowingly at each other as their hands arched back over their heads。 They retreated the way they had e； disappearing just as 〃The Blue Danube〃 finished。 The clock began to strike a count of silver chimes。
（Midnight！ Stroke of midnight！） （Hooray for masks！） Danny whirled on the chair； almost falling down。 The ballroom was empty。
Beyond the double cathedral window he could see fresh snow beginning to sift down。 The huge ballroom rug （rolled up for dancing； of course）； a rich tangle of red and gold embroidery； lay undisturbed on the floor。 Spaced around it were small； intimate tables for two； the spidery chairs that went with each upended with legs pointing at the ceiling。
The whole place was empty。
But it wasn't really empty。 Because here in the Overlook things just went on and on。 Here in the Overlook all times were one。 There was an endless night in August of 1945； with laughter and drinks and a chosen shining few going up and ing down in the elevator； drinking champagne and popping party favors in each other's faces。 It was a not…yet…light morning in June some twenty years later and the organization hitters endlessly pumped shotgun shells into the torn and bleeding bodies of three men who went through their agony endlessly。 In a room on the second floor a woman lolled in her tub and waited for visitors。
In the Overlook all things had a sort of life。 It was as if the whole place had been wound up with a silver key。 The clock was running。 The clock was running。
He was that key； Danny thought sadly。 Tony had warned him and he had just let things go on。
（I'm just five！） he cried to some half…felt presence in the room。
（Doesn't it make any deference that I'm just five？） There was no answer。
He turned reluctantly back to the clock。
He had been putting it off； hoping that something would happen to help him avoid trying to call Tony again； that a ranger would e； or a helicopter； or the rescue team； they always came in time on his TV programs； the people were saved。 On TV the rangers and the SWAT squad and the paramedics were a friendly white force counterbalancing the confused evil that he perceived in the world； when people got in trouble they were helped out of it； they were fixed up。 They did not have to help themselves out of trouble。
（Please？） There was no answer。
No answer； and if Tony came would it be the same nightmare？ The booming； the Tioarse and petulant voice； the blueblack rug like snakes？ Redrum？
But what else？
（Please oh please） No answer。
With a trembling sigh； he looked at the clockface。 Cogs turned and meshed with other cogs。 The balance wheel rocked hypnotically back and forth。 And if you held your head perfectly still； you could see the minute hand creeping inexorably down from XII to V。 If you held your bead perfectly still you could see that… The clockface was gone。 In its place was a round black hole。 It led down into forever。 It began to swell。 The clock was gone。 The room behind it。 Danny tottered and then fell into the darkness that had been biding behind the clockface all along。
The small boy in the chair suddenly collapsed and lay in it at a crooked unnatural angle； his head thrown back； his eyes staring sightlessly at the high ballroom ceiling。
Down and down and down and down to… …the hallway； crouched in the hallway； and he had made a wrong turn； trying to get back to the stairs he had made a wrong turn and now AND NOW… …he saw he was in the short dead…end corridor that led only to the Presidential Suite and the booming sound was ing closer； the roque mallet whistling savagely through the air； the head of it embedding itself into the wall； cutting the silk paper； letting out small puffs of plaster dust。
（Goddammit； e out here！ Take your） But there was another figure in the hallway。 Slouched nonchalantly against the wall just behind him。 Like a ghost。
No； not a ghost； but all dressed in white。 Dressed in whites。
（I'll find you； you goddam little whoremastering RUNT！） Danny cringed back from the sound。 ing up the main third…floor hall now。
Soon the owner of that voice would round the corner。
（e here！ e here； you little shit！） The figure dressed in white straightened up a little； removed a cigarette from the corner of his mouth； and plucked a shred of tobacco from his full lower lip。
It was Hallorann； Danny saw。 Dressed in his cook's whites instead of the blue suit he had been wearing on closing day。
〃If there is trouble；〃 Hallorann said； 〃you give a call。 A big loud holler like the one that knocked me back a few minutes ago。 I might hear you even way down in Florida。 And if I do； I'll e on the run。 I'll e on the run。 I'll e on the…〃 （e now； then！ e now； e NOW！ Oh Dick I need you we all need）
〃…run。 Sorry； but I got to run。 Sorry； Danny ole kid ole doc； but I got to run。 It's sure been fun； you son of a gun； but I got to hurry； I got to run。〃 （No！） But as he watched； Dick Hallorann turned； put his cigarette back into the corner of his mouth； and stepped nonchalantly through the wall。
Leaving him alone。
And that was when the shadow…figure turned the corner； huge in the hallway's gloom； only the reflected red of its eyes clear。
（There you are！ Now I've got you； you fuck！ Now I'll teach you！） It lurched toward him in a horrible； shambling run； the roque mallet swinging up and up and up。 Danny scrambled backward； screaming； and suddenly he was through the wall and falling； tumbling over and over； down the hole； down the rabbit hole and into a land full of sick wonders。
Tony was far below him； also falling。
（I can't e anymore； Danny 。 。 。 he won't let me near you 。 。 。 none of them will let me near you 。 。 。 get Dick 。。 。 get Dick 。 。 。）
〃Tony！〃 he screamed。
But Tony was gone and suddenly he was in a dark room。 But not entirely dark。
Muted light spilling from somewhere。 It