Re: Campbells.
Whatever had happened, when Ford had been elsewhere, not Ford, he'd gotten himself fucked up, Russ guessed. It was either the hotel or the fucking dead people and he didn't think Nathan had anything to do with dead people. He didn't see how the fuck Nathan had anything to do with the hotel business either, but Russ was tired and he stank like a night out without the fun, and he wanted to get Ford home so he knew where he was.
"C'mon," he said, and he struck out for the entrance the second Ford cleaved close, through the double-doors that opened from the inside instead of the out. Russ hustled, he didn't want to see any teenagers or teachers and he made for the way to the road and back to the woods that would lead toward the door.
"You didn't ...wake up hurt, did you?" A sudden thought occurred.