Roland nodded, then crossed to Tower, who initially cringed away and then straightened with a conscious effort. Roland took his hand in the way of the Calla, and led him outside.
When they were gone, Eddie said to Deepneau, "Draw up the contract. He's selling."
Deepneau regarded him skeptically. "You really think so?"
"Yeah," Eddie said. "I really do."
Seven
Drawing the contract didn't take long. Deepneau found a pad in the kitchen (there was a cartoon beaver on top of each sheet, and the legend DAM IMPORTANT THINGS TO DO ) and wrote it on that, pausing every now and then to ask Eddie a question.
When they were finished, Deepneau looked at Eddie's sweat-shiny face and said, "I have some Percocet tablets. Would you like some?"
"You bet," Eddie said. If he took them now, he thought - hoped - he would be ready for what he wanted Roland to do when Roland got back. The bullet was still in there, in there for sure, and it had to come out. "How about four?"
Deepneau's eyes measured him.
"I know what I'm doing," Eddie said. Then added: "Unfortunately."
Eight
Aaron found a couple of children's Band-Aids in the cabin's medicine chest (Snow White on one, Bambi on another) and put them over the hole in Eddie's arm after pouring another shot of disinfectant into the wound's entry and exit points. Then, while drawing a glass of water to go with the painkillers, he asked Eddie where he came from. "Because," he said, "although you wear that gun with authority, you sound a lot more like Cal and me than you do him."
Eddie grinned. "There's a perfectly good reason for that. I grew up in Brooklyn. Co-Op City." And thought:Suppose I were to tell you that I'm there right now, as a matter of fact? Eddie Dean, the world's horniest fifteen-year-old, running wild in the streets? For that Eddie Dean, the most important thing in the world is getting laid. Such things as the fall of the Dark Tower and some ultimate baddie named the Crimson King won't bother me for another -
Then he saw the way Aaron Deepneau was looking at him and came out of his own head in a hurry. "What? Have I got a booger hanging out of my nose, or something?"
"Co-Op City's not in Brooklyn," Deepneau said. He spoke as one does to a small child. "Co-Op City's in the Bronx. Always has been."
"That's - " Eddie began, meaning to addridiculous, but before he could get it out, the world seemed to waver on its axis. Again he was overwhelmed by that sense of fragility, that sense of the entire universe (or an entirecontinuum of universes) made of crystal instead of steel. There was no way to speak rationally of what he was feeling, because there was nothing rational about what was happening.
"There are more worlds than these," he said. "That was what Jake told Roland just before he died. 'Go, then - there are other worlds than these.' And he must have been right, because he came back."
"Mr. Dean?" Deepneau looked concerned. "I don't understand what you're talking about, but you've come over very pale. I think you should sit down."
Eddie allowed himself to be led back into the cabin's combination kitchen and sitting room. Did he himself understand what he was talking about? Or how Aaron Deepneau - presumably a lifelong New Yorker - could assert with such casual assurance that Co-Op City was in the Bronx when Eddie knew it to be in Brooklyn?
Not entirely, but he understood enough to scare the hell out of him. Other worlds. Perhaps an infinite number of worlds, all of them spinning on the axle that was the Tower. All of them were similar, but therewere differences. Different politicians on the currency. Different makes of automobiles - Takuro Spirits instead of Datsuns, for instance - and different major league baseball teams. In these worlds, one of which had been decimated by a plague called the superflu, you could time-hop back and forth, past and future. Because...
Because in some vital way, they aren't the real world. Or if they're real, they're not the key world.
Yes, that felt closer. He had come from one of those other worlds, he was convinced of it. So had Susannah. And Jakes One and Two, the one who had fallen and the one who had been literally pulled out of the monster's mouth and saved.
But this world was the key world. And he knew it because he was a key-makerby trade:Dad-a-chum, dad-a-chee, not to worry, you've got the key.
Beryl Evans? Not quite real. Claudia y Inez Bachman? Real.
World with Co-Op City in Brooklyn? Not quite real. World with Co-Op City in the Bronx? Real, hard as it was to swallow.
And he had an idea that Callahan had crossed over from the real world to one of the others long before he had embarked on his highways in hiding; had crossed without even knowing it. He'd said something about officiating at some little boy's funeral, and how, after that...
"After that he said everything changed," Eddie said as he sat down. "Thateverything changed. "
"Yes, yes," Aaron Deepneau said, patting him on the shoulder. "Sit quietly now."
"Pere went from a seminary in Boston to Lowell, real. 'Salem's Lot, not real. Made up by a writer named - "