Doctor Sleep

there was this sensation, this
    ( rummaging prying )
    crazy feeling of someone INSIDE HER, and Abra suddenly understood that for once she wasn’t alone on the turntable.She was looking toward a meat counter at the end of a supermarket aisle, and the other person was looking out her window at Richland Court and the White Mountains beyond.
    Panic exploded inside her; it was as if gasoline had been poured on a fire. Not a sound escaped her lips, which were pressed together so tightly that her mouth was only a stitch, but inside her head she produced a scream louderthan anything of which she would ever have believed herself capable:
    ( NO! GET OUT OF MY HEAD! )
    8
    When David felt the house rumble and saw the overhead light fixture in his study swaying on its chain, his first thought was
    ( Abra )
    that his daughter had had one of her psychic outbursts, though there hadn’t been any of that telekinetic crap in years, and never anything like this. As things settledback to normal, his second—and, to his mind, far more reasonable—thought was that he had just experienced his first New Hampshire earthquake. He knew they happened from time to time, but . . . wow!
    He got up from his desk (not neglecting to hit SAVE before he did), and ran into the hall. From the foot of the stairs he called, “Abra! Did you feel that?”
    She came out of her room, looking paleand a little scared. “Yeah, sorta. I . . . I think I . . .”
    “It was an earthquake!” David told her, beaming. “Your first earthquake! Isn’t that neat?”
    “Yes,” Abra said, not sounding very thrilled. “Neat.”
    He looked out the living room window and saw people standing on their stoops and lawns. His good friend Matt Renfrew was among them. “I’m gonna go across the street and talk to Matt, hon.You want to come with?”
    “I guess I better finish my math.”
    David started toward the front door, then turned to look up at her. “You’re not scared, are you? You don’t have to be. It’s over.”
    Abra only wished it was.
    9
    Rose the Hat was doing a double shop, because Grampa Flick was feeling poorly again. She saw a few other members of the True in Sam’s, and nodded to them. She stopped awhile incanned goods to talk to Barry the Chink, who had his wife’s list in one hand. Barry was concerned about Flick.
    “He’ll bounce back,” Rose said. “You know Grampa.”
    Barry grinned. “Tougher’n a boiled owl.”
    Rose nodded and got her cart rolling again. “You bet he is.”
    Just an ordinary weekday afternoon at the supermarket, and as she took her leave of Barry, she at first mistook what was happeningto her for something mundane, maybe low sugar. She was prone to sugar crashes, and usually kept a candybar in her purse. Then she realized someone was inside her head. Someone was looking .
    Rose had not risen to her position as head of the True Knotby being indecisive. She halted with her cart pointed toward the meat counter (her planned next stop) and immediately leaped into the conduit somenosy and potentially dangerous person had established. Not a member of the True, she would have known any one of them immediately, but not an ordinary rube, either.
    No, this was far from ordinary.
    The market swung away and suddenly she was looking out at a mountain range. Not the Rockies, she would have recognized those. These were smaller. The Catskills? The Adirondacks? It could have beeneither, or some other. As for the looker . . . Rose thought it was a child. Almost certainly a girl, and one she had encountered before.
    I have to see what she looks like, then I can find her anytime I want to. I have to get her to look in a mir—
    But then a thought as loud as a shotgun blast in a closed room
    ( NO! GET OUT OF MY HEAD! )
    wiped her mind clean and sent her staggering against shelvesof canned soups and vegetables. They went cascading to the floor, rolling everywhere. For a moment or two Rose thought she was going to follow them, swooning like the dewy heroine of a romance novel. Then she was back. The girl had broken the connection, and in rather spectacular fashion.
    Was her nose bleeding? She wiped it with her fingers and checked. No. Good.
    One of the stockboys came rushingup. “Are you okay, ma’am?”
    “Fine. Just felt a little faint for a second or two. Probably from the tooth extraction I had yesterday. It’s passed off now. I’ve made a mess, haven’t I? Sorry. Good thing it was cans instead of bottles.”
    “No