Halls Nick wasn't sure how he got here. He thinks at first it's a dream, though if so it's a dream without the dread of the Dark Man or the hope of Mother Abagail, and one without neither had scarcely come to him after the plague. In those dreams he can hear, too, and as he walks slowly down the corridor his world is as silent as it always has been. No, this was real, somehow.
He needs to get back -- he can't leave Tom alone, especially as he remembers just how terrified his new friend had been at the hurricane that was fast closing in on him. But Nick had the feeling that was going to be easier said than done. He continues making his way down the hallways, looking out for any sign of anyone else here and hoping he wouldn't be met with the same overwhelming death and solitude he'd found everywhere since Captain Trips had taken hold, and when he does spy someone he waves frantically to get their attention.
Nick Andros | The Stand
Nick wasn't sure how he got here. He thinks at first it's a dream, though if so it's a dream without the dread of the Dark Man or the hope of Mother Abagail, and one without neither had scarcely come to him after the plague. In those dreams he can hear, too, and as he walks slowly down the corridor his world is as silent as it always has been. No, this was real, somehow.
He needs to get back -- he can't leave Tom alone, especially as he remembers just how terrified his new friend had been at the hurricane that was fast closing in on him. But Nick had the feeling that was going to be easier said than done. He continues making his way down the hallways, looking out for any sign of anyone else here and hoping he wouldn't be met with the same overwhelming death and solitude he'd found everywhere since Captain Trips had taken hold, and when he does spy someone he waves frantically to get their attention.