The Dark Tower Page #4

And it sends out powerful energy...

that protects the universe...

shields us from what's outside.

What do you mean, "outside"?

What's outside the universe?

Outside is endless darkness...

full of demons trying to get to us.

Walter wants to tear down the tower

and let them in.

When the tower falls, he'll rule...

in a world full of monsters.

But you're trying to

stop him, aren't you?

To protect the tower.

I've seen them try to destroy it.

- If we could just get there...

- There is no "we," Jake.

All that matters to

me is that I find...

and kill Walter.

That's it.

Beamquake.

Strong.

Sounds like screams.

They're just like the quakes

we get back home.

Yeah, what happens in one world...

echoes in others.

Hope my mom's okay.

Try to get some sleep.

That's not happening.

Jake.

Jake.

Hey, kiddo.

Where are you?

Everyone who walks with you dies.

Jake.

Hey, kiddo.

Dad?

Long time.

It's good to see you, man.

You got tall.

This isn't real.

- You're...

- Dead?

Not here.

I missed you.

I missed you too, kiddo.

Come on.

It's okay.

Let's go home.

No.

Darkness and fire.

Jake!

Get away from it!

Roland.

My son.

Come with me.

It's okay.

It's gone.

My dad was in there.

No, they sense your weakness...

create illusions to distract you.

That wasn't anybody you know.

I'm sorry.

That was just a small tear.

They happen after every attack

on the tower.

Those things, they're what's coming

if the tower falls, aren't they?

Yes.

But if we find that place where

they're keeping the kids, we could...

- Shh, shh, shh.

- What?

Something got out.

Run! Jake, run!

You're gonna need help.

I've hurt worse.

But you're bleeding.

I heal fast.

You handled yourself well.

That was brave, going for the gun.

They're gonna find him, Laurie.

We filled out every form.

They have his picture.

I hope you don't mind me

making myself at home.

Where I come from,

we don't have chicken.

- Who the hell are you?

- Oh, you know me, Lon.

You're the one that called me here.

Not by the telephone...

but with your every desire

to get rid of the brat...

all in the hopes that mommy there

might love you best.

But you'll always be

a seat-filler, Lon.

- You get out of here right now.

- Lon.

It's the man from Jake's drawings.

Drawings?

Stop breathing.

- Aah!

- Quiet.

Drawings.

Show me.

Well, it looks like I've

got myself a stalker.

Gunslinger.

This son of yours is quite special,

isn't he?

The guilt you must feel...

not believing in him.

And you sent your only child off

to the asylum.

Shame...

on you.

Stranger approaching!

Gather round!

Long days, pleasant nights.

May you have twice that number.

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