Friday evening
Dan hadn't slept well since he'd got Bobby and Miguel out of the Overlook. He'd doze off for about twenty minutes every so often and get startled out of it by a sudden memory of Mrs Massey or the hedge animals running for him. Coffee was doing the trick for now, it seemed.
He headed towards where he knew Bobby was staying, his shields as tight as he could get them, and knocked on the front door of the apartment.