dimly , he saw that dee 's perfect red mouth was moving , but the words were n't reaching him ; it was as if he had pulled out of his body , even as his flesh stayed where it was ... and then the very interior of the restaurant began to recede , sure as if the walls had hinged loose and fallen outward , morphing all inception-like until suddenly he was n't sitting in a marriott 's pseudo-fancy eatery anymore , but somewhere else- he was on the second floor of a farmhouse , rough wood planking marking the floors , walls , and ceiling .