Author's Note: This one is a bit lengthy, sorry! But I hope I'm doing great with this! Please leave a review and let me know!

July 1989

After we talked at the park, Bill leading us back to his head where he had what seemed to be some schematics and maps to show us. Ever since Ben was telling us that he was going his own investigating of the town of Derry and what was happening to the kids, it lit a fire inside of Bill. A glint was there in his eyes as he noticed that we were all experiencing the same thing and saw the same thing. Even with Richie and Stanley being more reluctant since they habit seen anything yet, they went along anyways in true friendship fashion.

We were all huddled in his garage, Bill got the projector all set up to show the light on the far wall as Ben got the garage door to shut. Bill had a massive map of Derry right on the wall, stabled in and looking a bit worn out. He ran back over to his house to get some of the images and negatives that he borrowed from the Derry Public Library. We barely had any light in the garage, just a sliver of warm light from the blacked-out windows behind us. We gather a few chairs and crates to sit up as Bill turned on the projector light.

The first map that we saw was the Derry Sewer System. The red lines showing precise angles with the street names placed, having em picture it all in my head as much as I could with where the and Bill then placed another image over the top of the sewer system. It was an old map of Derry, the street names that moved around the image that was on the wall. It matched the paper map was on the wall, almost precisely with a few things off here and there. But the streets were in alignment, which was a bit creepy. I was in the back with Stanley and Mike, all of us watching as the streets were coinciding with the sewer system. once bIll got the image into focus, we could see some of the red writing and circles that were made in certain parts of the map.

" Look, that's where G-G-Georgie disappeared," Bill said to us, standing right next to the projector as he was pointing to a particular spot on the paper map. A red mark, that was titled Storm Drain, was off to the side in the very street that I knew very well. I could even see the name of the street where I lived, having me look hesitantly at Bill for a brief moment before I was gazing back at the screen in front of me.

"There's the Ironworks and the Black Spot. Everywhere It happens, i-i-it's all connected by the sewer and they all meet up at—" Bill explained, pointing to each one of the places that were labeled. They were all linked to the sewer line, either that or they were very close by. Ben spoke up in shock as he was staring right at the screen.

"The Well House," He said, all of us looking at where he was looking too. We all realized where it was and what concern street it sat on. it all made me sink a bit lower in our chairs when we saw the Well House on the wall.

"The house on Niebolt Street?" Stanley asked.

"You mean that creepy-ass house where all the junkies and hobos like to sleep?" Richie asked, seeing a bit off himself. I only knew of the house, but I never wanted to go anywhere near it. Some shady people would go in there and hang out. Most of the good-natured kids were afraid of the place, almost like there was some kind of evil force that was around the house itself.

"I hate that place. Always feels like it's watching me," Beverly said as she rubbed her own arm almost in comfort. Eddie was hunched over, reading his arms on his knees as he was looking at the screen with wide eyes. He seemed off, grabbing his inhaler and taking a breath from it before he spoke up.

"That's where I saw it," He said gravely, trying to take another breath before keeling over, "That's where I saw the clown,"

"T-t-t-hat's where It lives," Bill concluded, all of us realizing it at the same time as we were looking at the very spot.

"I can't imagine anything ever wanting to live there," Stan said next to me in a shutter. Eddie suddenly got up from his spot and rushed over to stand right in between us and the wall that was still illuminating the sewer system and map. It showed on his face as he was looking at us in freight and anger at the same time, working himself up with his inhaler clenched in his hand and his other hand making a fist.

"Can we stop talking about this/ I can barely breathe! It's summer….we're kids, I can barely breath and I'm having a fucking asthma attack and I am not doing this!" He yelled to us, breathing fast in between some of the words before he looked behind him and ripped the paper map off the wall. I was spooked by how Eddie was acting, almost like he was wishing this was a nightmare and he was going to wake up at any moment.

"What the hell, put the map back!" Bill said to Eddie with a hint of anger in his tone. Eddie shook his head in defiance as the projector started to click. The images were gone for a second, going to white light as we looked unsure what to do. Bill even looked at the clicker in his hand to control the projector.

"What happened?" he said, trying to figure it out as one image came up. It was a vacation picture, the Denbroughs all back together somewhere maybe on a camping trip, but it went away another picture was clicked onto the wall. Eddie backed away over to Richie to see what was going on as the images were going by a bit faster and faster, while Bill and Mike were trying to figure out to stop the proctor from doing it on its own.

After a few more clicked, one image was plastered on the screen and stayed there throughout the clicks that seemed to go faster and faster, making all of the garage blink along with the image. The four of them, including a slightly younger Georgie, were standing in front of a church in their formal stir and starting at the camera. The woman, whom I thought was Bill's mother, had her hair most in her face.

But the picture was moving.

We were all watching in horror and confusion as the red hair in front of their mother's face as slowly flowing in the wind with every click of the camera. The hair was then slowly with the clicks of the projector going over the women's face for a brief moment, the vibrant red of the hair and then showed the face to us. We all shot up from our seat in horror from seeing the face that was behind the bright red hair.

It was him. It was the Clown.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!" Richie screamed as he reached over to cling onto Eddie, "WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!"

"I DON'T FUCKING KNOW!" Eddie screamed back as we were all backing away from the screen itself. I felt my voice was lost in my throat now as the picture was still slowly moving and the clown staring right at us almost in a menacing way. This was slowly booming real for all of us now as we were all seeing the same thing, I instantly looked over at Stanley who was socked himself. The color was gone for his face as he was seeing all of this unfold in front of him as I then whirled around at Bill.

"Turn it off!" I yelled at him, seeing him first look at me in confusion before he looked down at the machine in front of him, "TURN THE FUCKING THING OFF, BILL!"

Mike and Bill tried to find a way to shut it off as we were all screaming and scrambling back at the same time to get away from the picture. It wasn't wronging or Bill and Mike, who as hard as threw tried to even unplug the projector, the picture was still moving and getting sinister in front of us. I was frozen in my spot right next to Stanley, while the others too didn't know what to do since this was all unfolding in front of us. Mike finally kicked the projector off the stand where it was, the machine falling to the floor and the pictures that were inside scattered by our feet. Finally, it stopped for a brief moment.

There was silence, all of us in the darkness I thought it was all done. The projector was its side, but it blinked and showed the off-centered projection on the wall. But the light was shoved over to where Stanley and I were, mostly where I was since I was closer. I was beyond frozen in my spot as the clown in the picture looked right at me. Another blink, and the clown move to be a bit closer now to me. I was so frightened I couldn't move since it felt like my shoes were glued to the floor. Another blink, and the clown the even closer to me now as the others gasped.

The fourth click and the clown vanished.

No one said anything as I looked back at the group to see if they were seeing the same thing. all of their eyes were big and filled with fear and unknown, and I was feeling the same thing. There was no more tip-toeing around it: we all saw it and we all know then of the clown that was scaring us on our own. I looked back at the dark wall, a sense of uneasiness was on my shoulder. But even before I could go back to the others, a fourth click happened and light appeared.

The clown, now massive and just as tall as the wall behind it, was staring dead ahead with at least three rows of sharp teeth glistening in the light of the projection. Its eyes were large and deadly, his growl under its throat board in the room as we all scream in terror. It was no longer in the projection, it was out now and dangerously close to me. It then whipped its head at me, the teeth were so close to me as I felt a pair of hands on my arms now. They were in a vice grip, almost protective.

"Run Robin!"

Hands that were on me yanked me back as the clown's hands were on the floor, like feet, projecting itself out of the wall and crawling over to Stanley and me as the others were screaming in pure panic. It all happened within seconds, and before I could even feel anything happened to either Stanley and me while I slammed my eyes shut, I saw the garage door being pushed up in a heap by Ben.

Light suddenly filled the area, all of us cowering and not moving as the clown was instantly gone.

It was heavy in the room, not a sound was hard by heavy breathing and shifting of feet. I looked behind me at Stanley, seeing him still holding onto my arms now with his hands and looking at me up and down in concern. I was shaking, but Stanley was on the verge of tears. The sudden knowledge of both of us almost dying, or anything like that, at the hands of the clown, came over me within a second. I was too overcome with emotion that I whirled around and wrapped my arm around him.

I didn't know why it came over me like a wave, but all that was bottle up within for few seconds of pure terror of death was coming out and making me shake in my own feet. Stanley hugged me back, not saying anything, but I felt him shaking too as we were embracing each other and sighing in both relief and the stress melting away.

"We're okay," I said to Stanley in my own broken tone as we both pulled away and looked at each other. I could see how it was settling in his bring that all that just happened was not just some kind of dream that we had or something in our head. This happened right in front of us, and maybe it was because he saw how close I was to It and the teeth were about to bite me when it clicked in his mind too.

"It-It saw us, It saw us and It knows where we are!" Eddie said in a panic as Bill rushed out of the garage and into the driveway. We all followed him, seeing he looked more determined than ever as we only stood at the opening of the garage. Bill looked at Eddie with a stern gaze/

"It always knew," Bill explained, "So l-l-l-let's go,"

"Go? Go where?" Ben asked almost in a scoffing laugh.

"To Niebolt," Bill answered, all of us looking at him as if he was crazy. He wasn't thinking in the same way we were, something was turning behind his eyes and he wasn't going to let it down. Before all the shit hit the fan, he knew that Niebolt House used to be the Well House, and It was there.

"After that?!" Stanley snapped at him, in which I had to look at Bill in agreement.

"Yeah, It's summer. We should be outside—" Richie was starting to explain in a weak attempt to talk Bill out of it, but Bill spoke back in anger and cut Richie off.

"If you say it's summer one more f-f-f-fucking time!" Bill sneered, looking down for a moment and taking a breath. He was stiff in his stance, but the rest of us were silent since we really didn't know what to do. Bill was still wanting to go after the clown, and the rest of us were feeling more torn about it. I could tell it was still raw for us, and how it was hitting us all inside, almost making us paralyzed.

After looked at all of us and seeing that we weren't moving, Bill huffed and went over to his bike that was parked on the side of the house with the rest of our bike. He threw his leg over and started to bike out of the driveway, all of us in shock from seeing this side of Bill.

"Bill! Wait!" Beverly called out, looking a bit in despair from seeing him go out on his own. That's when I knew it was bad, and the others knew it too. Bill was determined, more than we gave him credit since now involved his brother and other kids going missing. But since Georgie was the main reason for Bill wanting all of this to end, there was nothing that was going to stop him.

Richie and I started walking over to our bikes in a hurry, the others were reluctantly following too as I swung my now leg over the bike. Stanley got his bike over to me and eyes me, still a bit shaken from what he saw and how he practically saved me in the garage. I was only thinking about Bill, how rushed off without us right behind him as I got my foot on the pedal.

"You're going after him?" Stanley asked me as I took in a shaky breath.

"If It really is there, he's going there alone. I can't have him go there alone," I explained to Stanley, seeing him look down briefly. I can tell he was thinking the same thing too: Bill was our friend, and if it was someone else rushing to Niebolt then he would be going after us with the rest of the Losers following him.

"We're not," Richie said to me, already starting to pedal as we were all getting ride to go on our bikes, "We need to get to him before he does something fucking stupid,"

"Come on," Beverly said in agreement as we were all peddling now down the street. Richie was right: Bill could do something that he might regret later. This clown, whatever It was, was powerful and It was relentless. We all only saw a sliver of it, and there must be more of It coming since this was only the beginning. Things were only going to get worse for here, and if the others won't feeling that way about it, one I sure as hell was.

Either way, Bill can't be alone.

Not now.

Present Day

Of all the places that Richie wanted to meet up, the last place that I would never expect to meet Richie at the old Derry Synagogue: Beth Emeth Congregation. It brought back new hard memories, having me stop right in front of the building and see the massive steps that were on the side and went t the massive front doors. I sighed, this place held plenty of unusual thoughts in my head about the past, but it was mostly because of Stanley.

Slowly, I walked up the stairs, placing my hand on the door top open it and look into the small lobby before going into the main synagogue itself. it was all the same, the off dark red-colored carpet and wood paneling everywhere to be seen. It even smelled the same, the small distinct small of old walls also with the face flowers that were placed in plastic vases along the shelves and surfaces.

I was only ever in this place once before, and even at that time, I knew I felt very out of place when I sat in the pews. But now that I was an adult, in the one place where I thought I was never allowed to go to, and once I opened the door into the main synagogue, it felt like I was a little girl again.

Everything was just the same: the large windows on the far end of the large room, the platform in the middle of the floor and the seating area behind the platform where the elders would sit. It made me pause for a moment and look over to my right to see none other than Richie.

He was sitting in one of the pews, looking just as lost as one would in a place like this. I walked over to him, seeing him look over at me. I didn't say anything, but just the look he was giving me was enough to show me that he too was having a rough time with all of this.

"Hey there, buddy," I said to him as I finally got over to where he was in the new and slowly sat down next to him. I looked over at him with a raised eyebrow, "You okay?"

"I almost left. I was on my way out here when I passed by this place," He answered, I just looked at him with a hint of sadness on my face to see Richie in this kind of pain on his face and in how he was sitting. I could see it all on his face, and he took in a heavy sigh before he spoke some more, "I had a run-in already with the fucking clown, it was all getting to be a bit much,"

"All of this is too much," I agreed with him, leaning forward and resting my forearms on the back of the pew in front of me and then resting my head on my arms. I closed my eyes for a brief moment, inhaling deeply and then letting it all out. For some odd reason, it felt like I could feel Richie's feeling at this moment too: exhaustion and despair rolled into a hint of anger and fear.

"You weren't going to talk me out of it?" I poked my head up and looked over at Richie. He was giving me a questioning look, "Even Ben tried to talk me out of it."

"And you didn't listen to Ben?" I asked, almost in a joking manner but it was still serious between both of us. Richie snorted and looked back in front of him, his hands shoved in his pockets and his legs aired to jiggle a bit next to me.

"Yeah I know, I'm already mentally kicking my own ass since Eddie isn't here to do it," Richie grumbled as he bit his lower lip for a split second. I sat back up completely, leaning back in my seat as we both were in comfortable silence. I was rehashing all that happened within the hours I was back in Derry, remembering all that happened and how we were all changed.

"I drove by here this place and I thought of Stanley," Richie explained between the both of us, looking up at the ceiling for a brief moment before his eyes went over to the platform that was in the middle of the room, "I don't know what happened but I want to stop and….just sit in here I guess because Stan the Man was on my mind,"

"I know what you mean," I agreed with him,

"But then I thought of you," He said as I looked at him now with a hint of shock, "I remember when both of us came here for his Bar Mitzvah, right after our fight at Neibolt House. Stanley made his speech, remember that?" he asked, looking over at me finally and raising his eyebrow at me in true Richie fashion. I tried to remember, though it took me a moment or so before I instantly knew what Richie was talking about. I sighed, looking dead at the platform.

Stanley's infamous Bar Mitzvah.

July 1989

"Thanks for letting me come along with you and Richie, Ms. Tozier."

"Of course, Robin. I'm glad you came,"

"Me too, Robin. it'll be less boring,"

"Richard, please mind yourself today!"

"Sorry, Madre."

Both Richie and myself were dressed formally as we sat in the pews of the Derry Synagogue, Richie fixing the Yamaka he had to wear on his head because of the ceremony. I was wearing my prosthetic, along with a light green formal dress with my hair pinned up to the side and formal shoes. Although I knew I was going to be uncomfortable, I didn't mind it at all.

It was the day of Stanley's Bar Mitzvah, and he invited both Richie and me to come. But I felt an uneasiness there between Richie and me as I was looking around to see if the others were going to come. A part of me hoped they would, but it wasn't going to happen.

After our fight at Neibolt, the group was now split and we weren't seeing each other anymore. It was almost like I was going through some kind of break up, but with other people too. It was mostly with Bill and Richie since they almost had a full-on fistfight in the middle of the street and they then didn't even want to look at each other. The rest of us were too just wanted to forget what we went through, and although it was beyond hurtful within me, I went along with it.

But it was heartbreak.

Stanley call me and asked me if I was still willing to come to his Bar Mitzvah, in which I was more than flattered that he was wanting me to come. He told me that he was inviting Richie as well, but no one else was mentioned. I didn't push it, but I wanted to ask him about the others. He kept it short, though he sounded relived on the other end of the phone when I said I would come.

Which was how I ended up here, sitting next to Richie.

We watched the first half of the ceremony, seeing Stanley with his hair neatly pushed to the side and wearing his ceremonial attire. It was a sight to see, Stanley looking older and beyond wiser in comparison to his khakis and pressed shirts with collars. He was in a suit, his Yamaka was pressing onto his hair and a scared look on his face as he was reading in Hebrew.

When he was done with his read he finally stood at the front of the platform, holding a microphone in his hand. We were lead in prayer, and after ending the prayer, It was Stanley's time. I could see his father standing right behind him, looking as proud as a father could be. Stanley scanned the crowd, then he locked eyes with both Richie and me. We both gave him a reassuring smile, seeing a smaller smile back on his own face before he cleared his throat and started with his speech.

"Reflecting on the meaning of what I just read, the word Leshnot comes up a lot, which means…um…to change….to transform. Which makes sense I guess because, today I'm supposed to become a man," Stanley started, then he took in a deep breath, almost getting lost in himself before he spoke some more.

"It's funny though. Everyone I think has some memories they're prouder of than others, right? And…maybe that's why change is so scary, because the things we wish we could leave behind, the whispers we wish we could silence. The nightmares we most want to wake up from. The memories we wish we could change. Secrets we feel like we have to keep, are the hardest to walk away from.

"The good stuff, the pictures in our mind that fade away the fastest, those pieces of you it feels the easiest to lose. Maybe I don't want to forget, maybe if that's what today is all about, forget it, right?" Stanley spotted abruptly, once again lost in his own thoughts. But it looked like he was realizing something within himself, from what he said out loud to all who were in attendance.

It felt personal, what he said up there, but even more so it felt like he was talking to someone in particular. Richie looked intense too, maybe feeling the same emotions as Stanley was. I knew I was since it was almost heartbreaking that he was saying all of these things and I never knew about it.

"Thank you, Stanley," His dad said then, breaking the mood and silence as he then reached out to take the microphone from his son's hands. But Stanley moved out of the way at the last minute, then looking frazzled and out of place as he cleared his throat.

"Umm. Today, I..um… am supposed to become a man but I don't…I don't feel any different," He stammered as he walked down the platform, his father trying to smile and act natural but was trying to take the microphone away from him. The elders told up in confusion s Stanley was clutching the microphone in a death drip, standing in front of our pews and looking at both Richie and me for a brief second before he continued. His father grabbed the cord and was about to yank it when Stanley turned on his heel and looked right at him, his look stern and serious.

"I know I'm a loser, and no matter what, I always fucking will be,"

The room gasped from his profanity as he dropped the microphone, without saying another word, and beelined towards the main front doors. Everyone was murmuring and shocked by the speech, even Stanley's father looked like he was going to burst in embarrassment. Richie, in his true nature of being a thorn on one side, slowly stood up and started clapping.

I instantly grabbed the sleeve of his off blue jacket and yanked him back down, seeing him huff as he looked at me. I glared at him, silently telling him to not even try to be funny at this time. He just gulped and nodded his head, the both of us looking at Stanley as he was at the doors.

Before he could walk through he stopped, his hands were on the swaying doors and he looked back at both Richie and me. There was a break there, behind his eyes, and in how he was looking at the both of us. It was almost like he was silently telling us this was all too much. He then moved through the swinging doors, leaving the massive room.

Richie then looked over at his mom with concern in his eyes, "Mom, can I…"

"Yes, yes go check on him, Richie," She replied in a hushed tone, patting his arm as Richie popped up from his seat. Richie looked over at me and grabbed my hand, having me look at him with concern as he nodded his head over to the door.

"Come on," Richie said to me as we were maneuvering our way past the people in our per and walked over to the front doors. I looked back for a brief moment, seeing Stanley's father bring to talk to the Elders, but his face was showing pure disappointment, maybe disgrace was there too. Richie and I shoved through the front doors and out into the open air, looking around for a brief moment, trying to find him. He couldn't have gone that far, but I instantly saw him over in the smaller park area, walking in a fast pace with his hands making fists at his sides and his backside rigid and stiff while he walked.

"Stan!" Richie called out as we both jogged over to him. I was trying to go a bit faster, but it was hard to do in my formal slip-on shoes in comparison to my sneakers that I was used to. Richie was in the same situation with his dress shoes and his suit that he was wearing, but we both were trying to get to Stanley. The closer we got, the more we both could see how Stanley was slowing down. I even heard him sniffling a bit as Richie spoke up again in a huff from losing his breath.

"Stan, slow down buddy," He said out of breath as we were close enough for Richie to place his hand on Stanley's shoulder. Stanley went stiff from the touch, no longer walking, and we both stopped right behind him. Stanley then turned to face us, Richie and I saw the look of heartache on his face since he was realizing what he did. He was on the verge of crying full tears, and his eyes were already glistening.

"Jesus, Stanley. It's okay," Richie tried to reassure him, but I could tell Richie didn't know what to say at the moment. But Stanley was shaking his head, having me look in worry and sadness as he was finally speaking to the both of us.

"I can't believe I did that….I can't believe …..I said those things in front of everyone….I'm such… such an idiot," He mumbled, holding back the tear for dear life. I felt so bad for him as Richie looked a bit broken too. It was so brave for him to do that, and now he was reaping in the aftermath, we felt as though he was regretting what he did. I then had to make the drastic choice to place my hand on his arm to get his attention on me. Once we locked eyes, I saw the pain there on his face as I gave him a reassuring look.

"Stanley," I said his name very softly, and yet collected, "It's okay, you know. It's okay,"

It felt like as soon as I said his name, the dam within him broke and he then let the tears that were there all out silently. Richie placed his hand on Stanley's other arm, and we both felt Stanley's hands being placed our arms. He was clutching our arms within his fingers. Both Richie and I walked in and engulfed him in our arms.

The three of us were hugging in the middle of the park, Stanley right the middle of the both of us and silently crying as he clung onto us like lifelines. We were silent, but Richie and I both knew that we were going to be there for Stanley no matter what. I closed my eyes, maybe helping Stanley breathe as he was crying was going to be the best thing that I could do at that moment.

We all were hurting since we were all separated from each other. Maybe that made Stanley feel this way, that he was missing his friends more than he could care to admit. I was missing them all, wanting things to go back to the way they were before our fight. I could feel Richie place his hand over my own on Stanley's back, Richie and I lacing our fingers together and silently telling each other that we missed the others too.

We were broken.

Present Day

"Man, that was some speech," Richie mumbled as we were both remembering it all. It made my heart heavy, just seeing the young Stanley in my had and how broken he was feeling in a moment to where he was supposed to be strong. But things were heavy on his shoulder and in his mind, and it made me feel a bit sad at that moment in time.

Without even thinking about it, I leaned my head over on Richie's shoddier, feeling him rest his head against my own and we both were silent for a few moments more. Richie and I had our own unique friendship with each other, let alone with Stanley. To share something like this with Richie and having it feel sacred was having me glad that Richie didn't leave. Richie deeply cared for Stanley, they were best friends after all, and there were times when I felt I was intruding in their friendship.

"I'm glad Stanley had a friend like you," I told Richie, feeling him shift a bit as we were both still staring straight ahead.

"I was a shitty friend compared to you," Richie confessed, having me scowl a bit.

"Don't say that," I said to him, almost in earnest now as we were having a tender moment together. Richie said nothing, having me feel him lace our fingers together in between us on the pew surface. It was just like how it was when we were hugging Stanley back in the park right after he spoke in this very holy place.

"You know," Richie started, taking a small gulp, "I was kind of jealous of your relationship with Stanley," I poked my head up and looked at him square in the eyes, seeing that he as telling me the truth, "You two were always good friends together….and I guess I thought I had that, but I was wrong."

"You did have that with him," I corrected him, seeing him shift a bit as if he wasn't believing what I was telling him, "You two were great friends together, Richie." Richie just gave a small smile, though it was a bit sad as I grinned back at him. They were stuck together like glue, ever since I met them when we were very young and I just moved into town. Richie knew Stanley very well, and vice versa. I admit too at times I was jealous of how they were calm together, though Richie was more reckless than Stanley. With that, they complimented each other. He then pointed to me with his spare hand.

"When did you hear from him last?" He asked me, having me then released my hand from his and reach into my jacket pocket to get my phone out. But I groaned, seeing that my cell phone was dead and I placed it back in my pocket in defeat.

"It died, damnit," I grumbled, "I talked to him I think a few hours ago before my phone—" I was cut off by Richie's phone going off, Richie then reaching into his own phone and pulling it out to see the caller ID. His eyebrows knitted in confusion as he then held the phone up to his ear.

"Tozier speaking. Ben? How did you get my number…..wait what? What happened to Eddie?!" he looked a bit panicked as I looked at him to see if he was going to tell me what was going on. But Richie kept the phone to his ear as Ben apparently kept going on the other side, "Alright, you need to slow down. Jesus Christ! Who did….who?!"

I grabbed the phone from his hand and held in between us, hitting the speakerphone and then hearing Ben's frantic voice on the other end of the call.

"Henry Bowers came and stabbed Eddie in the face! He sped off in his car and we don't know where he is!"

Richie and I looked at each other in shock. The last person we ever thought about when we got back here was Henry, and from what we heard about him, he was locked up and foudn guilty of killing his father that very summer. I could remember seeing him on the news when he was being taken away in the cop car, off to the mental hosptial, but it was worse when I remembered when he almsot killed Mike in the basement on Niebolt. He was so close too, before he fell down the well. A shiver was taking over me as I finally found my voice and spoke.

"Ben, it's Robin. Henry stabbed Eddie?" I asked in shock.

"Yeah, but he left before we could stop him. Eddie stabbed him back with his knife," Ben explained, now we were both beyond confused and nervous as to what was going on.

"What the fuck," Richie said in a huff as I took his phone and he stood ups rubbing his face with his fingers in frustrations, he then looked back at the phone in my hand, "Is Eds okay,"

"Shut the fuck up, asswipe I'm fine," We heard Eddie in the background, Richie rolling his eyes.

"Oh, so sorry for the nickname, I'm a bit more concerned with your fucking face being stabbed by Henry fucking Bowers!" Richie countered back into the phone, almost in a shout as I hushed him, his echo going through the entire room.

"Robin, where are you two?" Ben asked me.

"At the old Synagogue,"

"Why the hell are you guys there?" He asked, sounding confused.

"Don't worry about it. Where are you guys?" I asked, trying to stay calm as I was staring at Richie in worry.

"We're at the Inn, Beverly, Eddie, and I. Bill ran off somewhere, according to Beverly, and we don't know where Mike is," Ben answered, the both of us almost sighing in relief to hear that they were safe.

"Which direction did Henry head?" I asked, Ben almost stammering on the other end as he was trying to think.

"I think…I think he towards the….." Ben stopped, both of us frozen in our spots on the pew. It felt like something was indeed off, really off. There was always the sense that we had with each other, maybe the feeling of our connection being altered or threatened. Richie felt it with me, something wasn't right. Maybe someone else was in trouble.

"Ben?" Richie asked in a scared tone.

"He was heading to the library."

I almost dropped the phone, my eyes were wide and my heart almost stopped in its tracks. Richie looked like he was about to vomit as we looked at each other in horror. We were only thinking of one person on our minds, the same person to go back to the library after we all got our tokens together. The one who called us and told us to come back. Richie and I both said his name at the same time in horror.

"Mike."