"It was a very close thing. More than once." Distant. Quiet. "You heard the -- noises the place made. Every time that happened -- "


"Moiraine, when I sat down to meditate, the floor disappeared under me. I would have fallen, but somebody came with a flashlight, saw what was happening, and pulled me back." Bewildered, again; Cooper passes a hand over his eyes briefly and lets it drop. "The walls and floors moved. I don't know how, or why. There wasn't any...logic to it. Not that I could see. And it was...dark."

There's only one person besides Cooper who knows the entire story of what happened to him within the Black Lodge, and it's not Harry Truman.