Oh, right. One of those awkward Dan Torrance moments again - boy, Dick woulda gotten a good laugh about this. His mentor would have also been intrigued, though - because here was this person, tall and gangly and looking like he would rather be on a tropical island and drinking in some Vitamin D from the warming rays of the sun. This person who had no idea that he had shadows cloaking his mind, darkness sinking into his skin.
"I'm sorry, I'll get back to the doors - I just..." He squinted, trying to think of how to phrase what he wanted to say, and ask all the questions he wanted to ask. "The Shining - it's...what we call powers of the mind back home. Like psychic powers, that sort of thing. I was born with it and I can sense...something happened? To you?"
Lockboxes, sitting there on the dusty floor. Chains rattled, like the ghost of Christmas past.
"There's something...in you." Which he realized sounded creepy, but did Richie really not know? That was dangerous.