Dan feels the shifting of the Overlook toward the front of his thoughts, as if the ghost of the place that won't ever entirely leave him, takes an interest in Obi-Wan. He's about to shut that down, push it back, when the ghost appears.

"Hey there, Ben," he says to the drowned boy, whose white, sunken face is mostly hidden by the yellow hood, save the puffy blue mouth. "No worries. He's a good one, and that place is gone. You'll never have to see it."

They're drawing attention, though, the weight of spectral eyes slowly turning toward the pair of them, and the connection shimmering out of sight.