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CHAPTER FIFTEEN<br />
SWAPSIES<br />
1<br />
You will remember what was forgotten.<br />
In the aftermath of the Pyrrhic victory at Cloud Gap, the phrase haunted Dan, like a snatch of<br />
irritating and nonsensical music that gets in your head and won’t let go, the kind you find yourself<br />
humming even as you stumble to the bathroom in the middle of the night. This one was plenty<br />
irritating, but not quite nonsensical. For some reason he associated it with Tony.<br />
You will remember what was forgotten.<br />
There was no question of taking the True Knot’s Winnebago back to their cars, which were parked<br />
at Teenytown Station on the Frazier town common. Even if they hadn’t been afraid of being observed<br />
getting out of it or leaving forensic evidence inside it, they would have refused without needing to<br />
take a vote on the matter. It smelled of more than sickness and death; it smelled of evil. Dan had<br />
another reason. He didn’t know if members of the True Knot came back as ghostie people or not, but<br />
he didn’t want to find out.<br />
So they threw the abandoned clothes and the drug paraphernalia into the Saco, where the stuff that<br />
didn’t sink would float downstream to Maine, and went back as they had come, in The Helen Rivington.<br />
David Stone dropped into the conductor’s seat, saw that Dan was still holding Abra’s stuffed rabbit,<br />
and held out his hand for it. Dan passed it over willingly enough, taking note of what Abra’s father<br />
held in his other hand: his BlackBerry.<br />
“What are you going to do with that?”<br />
Dave looked at the woods flowing by on both sides of the narrow-gauge tracks, then back at Dan.<br />
“As soon as we get to where there’s cell coverage, I’m going to call the Deanes’ house. If there’s no<br />
answer, I’m going to call the police. If there is an answer, and either Emma or her mother tells me<br />
that Abra’s gone, I’m going to call the police. Assuming they haven’t already.” His gaze was cool and<br />
measuring and far from friendly, but at least he was keeping his fear for his daughter—his terror,<br />
more likely—at bay, and Dan respected him for that. Also, it would make him easier to reason with.<br />
“I hold you responsible for this, Mr. Torrance. It was your plan. Your crazy plan.”<br />
No use pointing out that they had all signed on to the crazy plan. Or that he and John were almost<br />
as sick about Abra’s continued silence as her father. Basically, the man was right.<br />
You will remember what was forgotten.<br />
Was that another Overlook memory? Dan thought it was. But why now? Why here?<br />
“Dave, she’s almost certainly been taken.” That was John Dalton. He had moved up to the car just<br />
behind them. The last of the lowering sun came through the trees and flickered on his face. “If that’s<br />
the case and you tell the police, what do you think will happen to Abra?”<br />
God bless you, Dan thought. If I’d been the one to say it, I doubt if he would have listened. Because, at<br />
bottom, I’m the stranger who was conspiring with his daughter. He’ll never be completely convinced that I’m not<br />
the one who got her into this mess.