Dan laughs, and though he can feel something, something he knows has nothing to do with actual danger, thrumming softly in his veins, he can ignore it. The discomfort exists, but he finds it easy enough to simply acknowledge, to find a coexistence until it goes away. They move further and further into the maze, and of course it's no Overlook. Dan's deeply grateful there's no snow to be found.

"Pumpkin pie works," he says, as a small group of kids just old enough to be on their own pass. "Not that I really think I'd need that. You'd know." A scarecrow looms above, its jack-o-lantern of a head starting to dry up and curl inward. "And I don't think I have to worry about this place having anything more wrong with it than the more competitive hay maze closer to town."