Dan's answering smile was both very happy and beyond exhausted. (let's get the fuck) "Outta here," he told her, not knowing or caring that he'd gone from talking in Bryn's mind, zip-zip, to speaking out loud. He held his hand out for her to get to her feet, but then his head snapped up in alarm.
The same warning was going off in his head. Thirty-six years ago, he'd been in this exact place at this exact time, and he'd rushed his mom and Dick out the front door, his dad already on his way down to the basement, already on his way to his death. This time, everything was different and nobody and nothing was going to die except the Overlook. And maybe him, if they didn't get a fucking move-on. "We gotta go, now!"