Dan blinked. The Overlook was never gone, not ever; the building had blown up, sure, but the evil in it was still there, still hungry for little kids (and not-so-little adults) with the Shining. But if thinking like that made his dad feel better, what the hell.
"I'm on space vacation, okay. Sure." He scrubbed at his face with his free hand, being mindful of his injuries, then checked his pockets and found his cigarettes. "Do you mind if I smoke?" Coffee and a smoke. Breakfast of champions.