The tunnels were dark and the walls too close.

Will, despite this, walked on, his eyes following the two beams of light ahead and behind them as they descended deeper into the heart of Derry. Where It lived.

Bill and Mike (W.) lead them into the abyss, the paladins of their party. Mike (H.) and Lucas hung behind them, a ranger and, at least in Will's eyes, a cleric. He, a magicless wizard and Dustin, a silent bard, hung farther back with Sara, who he might consider to be a rogue. Not that he thought Sara was a thief or a scoundrel, he just thought that she was clever and knew how to use that to her advantage.

Sara, despite her best efforts, was having a hard time keeping upright, let alone keeping up with the group. She was keeping her third eye, or ear, open for any signs of Pennywise or The Mind Flayer. Not that Will thought the Mind Flayer would be back. He didn't necessarily have complete faith in Sara, but something about the claim that the doors were all closed felt so final and sediment that he couldn't fathom why he could question if they might still be open. It felt to him less like a claim and more like a proven fact. He was sure that the others felt the same way. The fact that Lucas wasn't arguing that maybe, just maybe, the Mind Flayer was still out there made Will feel certain that none of them doubted it. They could all feel it like he did

There was a splash and the party turned to see its cause. The flashlights fell upon Sara, who was on her hands and knees, squinting into the beams the lit her up. Her breathing was heavy and there were trails of blood coming from both of her nostrils and her tear ducts.

"I'm fine," she said, moving to stand up, supporting herself on the wall before pulling away from her hand and wiping off slimy residue onto her shorts.

"You're not fine," Dustin insisted, grabbing her before she could fall over. "We need to stop and rest. You're no use to us if you exhaust yourself."

"W-w-wh-at's wrong, Sara?" Bill asked, moving around Lucas so he could get a better look at his friend.

"Nothing," Sara countered. "There's a lot going on down here. A lot of rats that have a lot to say."

"Rats?" Mike (W.) repeated sounding horrified.

Mike (H.) looked at Mike (W.) incredulously before saying, "It's a sewer. We are literally inside a sewer. Of course, there are rats."

"Rats who keep warning me to go the other way," Sara said, panting, finally letting Dustin link her arm around his neck so he could keep on her feet.

"The rats are telling you to go the other way?" Lucas repeated slowly. "What does that even mean?"

"We're getting close," Bill said, turning to look down the sewer pathway again, his head held high and his eyes looking misplaced upon his face. They were the eyes of a man come from war, preparing to face the battlefield for what he hoped to be the last time.

They exchanged a few unspoken glances before Will asked the question that was plaguing them all. "Do you think It knows we're coming?"

"It knows," Sara answered, wiping the fresh blood coming out of her nose away, leaving behind a bloody sewer smudge in its place.

"Let's go," Mike (W.) said, a sudden determination in his voice. The sooner they finished with Pennywise the sooner they could focus on the problem that he was more concerned about; finding El.

Sara slipped and nearly fell again, but this time Dustin was there to catch her. She told him that she was fine, but he was having none of that and he pulled her onto his back, piggyback style. Despite how adamantly she insisted that she was fine, Sara didn't complain or try to get away. She shut her eyes and, despite her best efforts, fell asleep.

Time seemed to stretch on. They couldn't tell if they'd been there in the sewers for an hour or a hundred years. Despite this, they trudged on into the black.

Will stayed close to Sara and Dustin, bringing up the back of their train and trying to ignore the fact that the last time he had felt as scared and alone as he did in the sewers was when he was alone in the Upside Down. There had only been one thing that made him feel better then.

Keeping his voice low so it wouldn't be easily heard, Will started to hum Should I Stay or Should I Go by The Clash, keeping his eyes peeled for anything unusual. He wouldn't sing though. Not this time. This time there were others around and they were on the alert for monsters.

"If I go there will be trouble," a voice that wasn't Will's sang, echoing off the close walls and through the sewers. "If I stay it will be double."

"Sara, you should be resting," Dustin snapped.

Ignoring him, Sara continued, "So you've gotta let me know!"

"Be quiet!" Lucas snapped. "The monster will hear us!"

Still singing to the tune of the song Sara replied, "The monster already knows, that we're coming so let's go."

Will was both horrified and pleased to realize that Sara was right. The monster knew they were coming. They didn't have stealth on their side. They'd rolled a one in stealth so they might as well go in singing battle hymns and striking their shields. Metaphorically, of course. REalizing this, Will joined in, singing as loud as he could with Sara.

Lucas and Dustin both tried to quiet them down, but it was of no use. Before long, Mike (H.) started singing with them too. Then Bill, despite his stutter, joined his brambling voice to the choir. Bill gave Mike (W.) a nudge with his elbow and then Mike (W.) chuckled and added his voice to theirs. Dustin and Lucas were the last ones to join in the song, but they did all the same. They sang the song again once they reached its end, and perhaps even a third time.

The music made them feel light and cheerful, despite their dark and dismal didn't matter that they had sewer water in their shoes and their bellies felt empty, they felt strong and invincible.

That was, at least, until they all saw the door and their voices and their feet stopped.

They had made it.

Now, that they had made it through the dungeon, it was finally time to face the dragon.

dun dun duuuuun!