Author's Note: Thank you to everyone who read this, and everyone who might end up reading this in the future.

Journal of David Sullivan

'I guess that's how I'd like to remember us…if I could remember us…standing there by the lake. The sun going down on our childhood. This will be my last entry. I got it in just in time. Just before the fog in my brain swept all my memories away entirely. Now, just weeks later, I look back on that time. Not from memory, but from the pages of this book. The nightmare is over. What little police involvement there was, was brief and cursory, as is always the case here in Derry. Now that there is no further need for a lighthouse keeper, well, I feel I may move on. See whatever's down the road. As of this writing Sam is still knocking them dead. He's got a part in a movie.'

Sam liked his costume. He looked like Indiana Jones. Well, if Indiana Jones used a tennis racket instead of a whip. He wasn't really sure what this movie was about, but he was definitely having a lot of fun doing it. He saw his new wife, Mercedes, laughing at him and his costar as they had an expert swordfight with the rackets.

Seriously…no idea what it was about.

But he was happy. Truly happy. And free.

'He costars with another comic. A guy any of the Lucky Seven could've told you, looks a lot like Rory Flannigan. His wife is expecting a baby. Another curse broken.

Kurt and Blaine left Derry together. Headed to Chicago.'

When Kurt had asked Blaine to come with him, the curly haired man hadn't hesitated to say yes. Blaine could compose anywhere, but Kurt had an entire company in Chicago. He couldn't just leave. So, it had been an easy choice. Blaine could finally cherish the man he loved, and Kurt could allow himself to be loved, and to love without fear.

Their only real downside was when Blaine had nearly been arrested for punching Adam when the man had shown up at Kurt's apartment. No charges were filed, but Kurt got a restraining order, and bought him out of the company.

It had taken them a while to find each other, but they weren't going to waste a minute.

'After three months, they were married.

Finn and Rachel are still here. I wish the news were better, but Rachel's condition is unchanged. They're leaving today. Finn thought the time here away from work might somehow help her. But I guess Rachel's gone for good. One of Its many casualties. Lost in the place where she saw Its Deadlights.

Finn comes to visit me every day. We laugh about our failing memories. We sometimes have to ask each other's names now.

His sadness is profound. I just wish there was something I could do. Something I could have done.'

Finn led Rachel out to the cab and was helping her inside when something caught his eye. It was his old bicycle. He asked the driver to wait for a few minutes. He grabbed the bike and his wife. He took the two to the top of the steepest hill in Derry.

He sat on the bike, and arranged his catatonic wife in front of him, putting one arm over his shoulder, "Rachel," he said, knowing she couldn't hear him, "this bike saved little Puck's life once. Mine too. We were going so fast I think we beat the devil…I don't know if I can go that fast again. Hold on." And he pushed off and down the hill. His stomach was racing as they flew down the hill, he ignored the cars and just prayed for her to beat It. He swerved to miss a car when he felt it. The arm around his shoulder tightened and a hand gripped his sleeve.

"Finn, where are we? What are we doing?" she asked, trying not to panic.

Finn was trying not to cry. They were almost at the bottom of the hill, "Just hang on, baby. It's okay." He pulled to a stop and clutched his wife to his chest. He kissed her with a passion he hadn't given her in years. This was a gift. And he would not squander it.

They were all free at last.