We leave the interstate early to avoid traffic when it closes. Uncover a charming downtown, complete with train tracks, a clocktower, shops well after dusk. A tow truck follows us until a 14-mile stretch. You tell me you’re scared and I ask if it is because of the novel or rural road. You reply it is both. We pass yellow signs for curves, mailboxes, fog from trees. Somewhere above Lake Erie is lightning, orangish hue, stretching far on occasion. In your chapter is Room 217. I recall being your age and not wanting to see the other side of that door, the lady in bathwater. Danny should continue down hallways. Outside of the open window is a line of trees and a moon that seems October. Clouds covering most of it but tonight we are in mid-July. You take a break from the Overlook Hotel. Kool + The Gang lightens your imagination, crossword puzzle on your phone. A possum on the road, puddle with a sheen, its eyes still reflective. By Webster Church Road there are others. The Italian lights and the highway will appear out of the woods.