Five-year-old Bill Denbrough was lying flat on his stomach on the porch of his house, drawing in a notebook.
His one-year-old brother, Georgie was watching him sketch as he held his stuffed turtle in his small arms.
Dark clouds covered the sky above them, and a cool breeze blew across the air. A promising sight of a storm.
"There," Bill declared as he set his crayon to the side and picked up the small paper to show his little brother.
"W-w-what do you t-t-think?"
It was a simple picture of a small triangular boat on top of a few blue squiggles that represented water. Written on the side of the boat were the words S.S. Georgie.
"Float!" Little Georgie squeaked, causing his older brother to laugh
"Boys, come inside!" Sharon, their mother, called from inside the house, "It's going to storm soon,"
Bill closed his notebook and began to gather up all his crayons.
As his brother began to clean up, Georgie pushed himself onto his feet and slowly walked over to the edge of the porch.
To his surprise, a shiny red balloon was floating just a few feet away from the house.
A smile came across the one-year-olds face as he slowly trotted down the stairs and began to slowly approach the balloon.
The balloon continued to hover in the air as the boy began to approach it. Just as little fingers were about to grab the string, the balloon began to float away from the house and down the street.
With a giggle, Georgie began to chase after it.
As Bill was packing the last of his crayon, he looked up in time to see Georgie disappear down the empty street.
"G-Georgie, come back!"
Quickly dropping his notebook crayons, Bill raced down the street after his little brother.
Georgie continued to follow the balloon as it lead him further away from home. Everytime his small hand was close to grabbing the string, the balloon would be raised higher, just out of his reach.
The little boy was having so much fun that he didn't hear his older brothers shouts from behind him.
Finally, the balloon began to float higher into the air, higher and higher until it disappeared into the dark cloudy sky.
As Georgie watched the balloon disappear, Bill finally was able to catch up to him and pull his little brother into his arms.
"G-G-Georgie! Don't r-r-run off like t-th-that," the older boy scolded.
"Sorry," Georgie squeaked as he wrapped his arms around his brothers neck and nuzzled his face into Bill's collar. His stuffed turtle squished in between the two brothers hugging.
Bill held his brother closer to his chest as he began to observe his surroundings. When he was chasing after Georgie, he hadn't been paying attention to where he was going.
Thunder cracked in the sky above them, Georgie whimpered and tugged himself closer to his brother.
"I-i-it's okay, Georgie," Bill whispered, and began walking down the road, unaware that he was going in the wrong direction.
As Bill carried Georgie down the road, no one seemed to notice the two lost children wandering around all alone.
Finally, after several minutes of endless walking, Bill stopped in frustration. He had no idea where he was, and there was no one around to help them.
"Hiya boys," a voice from behind the two brothers spoke.
Bill froze at the strange voice, and instinctively held Georgie closer to him as he turned around to face the voice.
"Want a balloon?"
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