"Yeah, you're probably right. Because I didn't get out of the pantry, you and Bryn got me out. I mean I told him once my head was clear. Once we were away from the Overlook. And he seemed to understand. But it's hard to know. He's very closed lipped about it." Jack looked back at the door. Shivering hard when he heard that voice through the door. The slam of the mallet. At least the memory was staying behind the closed door.