Jack watched Dan gather himself. And half watched the old ghost from the Overlook. As it seemed his son got his feet. The initial shock of seeing her was wearing off. Jack shuttered. He remembered what that woman's kiss felt like. He hadn't been drunk enough to forget it all. She had been semi pretty (with booze colored glasses of course) one minute, and then the next... that.
"I don't think she can hear you." Or any of them. He walked over to where Dan stood. Though she didn't really care if she could hear them before. Did she? That was one memory he could do without. But.. Carefully, very carefully he reached out to the advancing ghost. "She's on a loop." He said as his hand passed through her.