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"I'm better now," Quentin said.

"Are you? Because of her, I suppose." She used the knife to indicate Diana. "I knew somebody was opening doors, but I wasn't sure who. Not until she started visiting the gray time."

"You were a killer once," Diana said. "A long, long time ago. You killed a lot of people."

"Why, yes, so I did. Still do, of course. Thanks to the bastards who killed me. I'd never felt rage until then. Never been so sure I wanted to go on living. So I did."

Quentin said, "In a manner of speaking. You existed, possessed weak minds and vulnerable bodies. That was why so many children died because of you."

"You don't get it. The fun wasn't in killing the kids. The fun was in possessing their parents and forcing them to kill."

"Then Missy—"

"The one calling herself Laura Turner killed Missy. With a little help from me." The human face behind which a monster lurked twisted in a grimace. "Drove her mad. It does that sometimes, to the weak-minded. I had to get out of her fast. Couldn't control her after that."

"You — Mrs. Kincaid gave Laura an alibi."

"Well, of course. I didn't want anyone here at The Lodge under suspicion. This is my... home base, you might say. Besides, I wanted to use her again. But then she called the child's father, babbling out of her head about what she'd done and how she ought to be punished. I didn't wait for him to come do it, though. Took care of things myself."

"She hadn't left, had she?"

"No, but I made it look like she had." The thing inside the housekeeper shrugged.

Diana said, "And when he — when the child's father got here, he wanted it all to... go away."

"Guess he did. Because that's what happened. Which was fine with me."

Diana felt Quentin's fingers tighten on hers, and she knew he was aware of how much of her concentration was focused on that partially open door she was holding. It was taking all her strength and some of his as well; she could feel the pull on the other side, the natural force of something intended to be closed except in brief intervals.

The longer she held it partially open, the more force was being exerted in the effort to slam it shut.

It would require all that force, Diana knew. The only way to destroy the evil confronting them was to hurl its energy back through the gray time, through the limbo between worlds, and to what lay beyond. To carry it far beyond the physical world so that no doorway could ever allow it access again.

Diana was afraid she wouldn't be able to hold the door open long enough, even with Quentin's help, but then she saw Missy appear behind the creature, and the frail-looking child pushed its physical shell violently from behind, toward the doorway.

Using every ounce of strength she and Quentin could muster, Diana pulled the green door open all the way.

For just long enough.

In a moment out of time, Diana saw the ghosts of The Lodge, all of them, rushing past, helping to carry the creature and its shell through the doorway. The woman in Victorian dress, the nurse, the man in rough worker's clothing, the little boys — and then a blur of energy, of spirits, dozens of them, merging, melding, flowing through the doorway, all the doorways, raw power with absolute purpose reaching, grasping, drawing the black essence that was all that was left of Samuel Barton out of the human vessel containing it —

It seemed for that eternal instant that the energy pouring through the doorway would carry Diana in as well, but Quentin didn't let go. Until finally the last wisp rushed past and jerked the door from her hand, slamming it closed.

"It's all right. It's just a door now."

Diana leaned weakly against Quentin as they both looked at Missy.

A different Missy. Flesh, seemingly, rather than spirit. Still thin and fragile, but smiling now, no longer haunted.

Now, there's a thought. Diana almost wanted to laugh.

Still without letting go of Diana's hand, Quentin said tentatively, "Why can I see you?"

"Because Diana can. You two connected the first time you touched." Her smile widened. "I think some people call it fate." She held up one hand, from which dangled a small locket. "Maybe that's why the thing inside Mrs. Kincaid took this from Ellie's body after it killed her. So I could get it back."

Almost too tired to think, Diana began, "Missy — "

"She's at peace, Diana. Mommy. She crossed over a long, long time ago, after she found me."

"That's why?"

"After I was abducted, she thought she could use her gifts to find me. But they were too strong for her. The door she made was only...one-way."

Softly, Quentin said, "And a body severed from its spirit doesn't live too long."

Missy nodded.

Diana had endless questions, but she knew there was little time left. So she asked the only thing that mattered, to her and to Quentin.

"Are you okay now?" she asked her sister.

"I'm okay now. It worked. The energy of everybody who was ready to cross over was enough to pull that evil out of the vessel holding it and through the gray time to the other side. It can't hurt anyone ever again."

Quentin glanced at Diana. "A basic law of physics. Energy can't be destroyed, only transformed."

Solemn, Missy said, "Yes, it's all about physics."

Again, Diana wanted to laugh. Instead, she said, "You do realize that once the sun comes up, I'm going to be convinced I dreamed all this?"

Missy looked at their clasped hands and smiled again. "I don't think so. I think that from now on, you won't have any trouble at all knowing what's real and what isn't." She stepped past them and opened the green door. There was an oddly blurred moment, and then they could see inside what appeared to be a pretty, old-fashioned bedroom.

"Missy — "

She looked at Quentin. "Thank you. For caring enough to keep coming back here all these years. It helped give me the strength to do what I had to. And it wasn't your fault, you know. It was never your fault. Something that old...that evil...You couldn't have known, and you couldn't have stopped it. And some things are meant to happen just the way they happen."

Diana would have said goodbye, wanted to, but Missy took the choice out of her hands by smiling sweetly at them both and stepping into the pretty bedroom. And closing the door behind her.

Quentin and Diana were left staring at each other, with barely a moment to adjust before Nate hustled around the corner, gun drawn.

"Jesus," he exclaimed, "are you two all right? Cullen said the Kincaid woman went nuts and tried to kill him. He's bleeding like a stuck pig. Where is she?"

Diana hesitated, then reached out and slowly opened the door. Inside, they all saw the orderly shelves of a linen closet with sheets and towels piled high. And in the center of the room, beside an empty laundry cart, lay the sprawled body of Virginia Kincaid, the bloody knife still clutched in her hand.

Nate went in cautiously, kicking the knife away before bending to check her pulse. "She's still alive," he said.

"Breathing, anyway," Quentin murmured.

"The doctors say she had a stroke," Nate told them much later that morning. "She's in a coma, and they don't know if she'll ever come out of it."

"I have a feeling," Diana said, "that she won't." She also had a feeling that much of Virginia Kincaid's spirit had been eroded over the years, and that the final release had been just that. A release from an evil and unrelenting hell.

Unaware of — or studiously ignoring — undercurrents, Nate added, "And Cullen Ruppe is out of danger, since they got the bleeding stopped. He claims not to know why she suddenly went after him. Ask me, the woman just went nuts. I think there's something wrong with the air in this place."

"Not anymore," Quentin said.