The fire crackled between them, really starting to take hold and throw some heat now. The question remained whether or not his Derry memories mattered. 'A patient of mine died yesterday. A voice in his head asked what he'd do if he called to Underhill and the man just kept on going.
Selective perception, that unacknowledged gift to the safe and cozy, fell away and he saw every detail: the trail of blood w ' Jonesy doesn't know what that means, but his old friend is hurting. Too much pain. Still nothing from beneath him, though; that thing, whatever it was, was either dead or gone.
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