A/N: This is the opening sequence of the film, but since Pennywise isn't here, things go a bit...differently for Georgie.

"Sure I won't get in trouble, Bill?" Georgie asked as he gazed out the window on this rainy afternoon.

"Don't be a w-w-wuss," Bill responded from his bed, still dressed in his pajamas and wearing his robe. Used, crumpled tissues were littered all around him as he completed folding a paper boat made from his sketchbook paper. "I'd come with you if I weren't," Bill coughed, "dying."

"You're not dying!" Georgie said frustratedly.

"You didn't see the v-v-vomit coming out of my nose this morning?"

"That's disgusting."

"Okay, go get the wax."

"In the cellar?" Georgie asked a little nervously.

"You want it to f-f-float, don't you?"

"Fine," Georgie said, audibly exasperated.

Georgie grabbed his walkie-talkie from Bill's table, then made his way downstairs.

Bill wrote "SS Georgie" on the paper boat with a black marker, per the request of his little brother. He had encouraged Georgie to come up with a more imaginative name, but the younger insisted that the boat be named after him.

Georgie passed by the parlor, where his mother played an eerie tune on the grand piano. Sharon Denbrough always started to play creepier pieces around this time of year, and Georgie hated it. It filled the house with an unsettling atmosphere, which certainly didn't help when he had to do tasks such as going down into the cellar.

Speaking of which, once Georgie entered the kitchen, he was met with the sight of that terrible doorway. The doorway that had seemingly eternal darkness lurking behind it. The doorway that acted as the entry point to It's lair. Georgie didn't really know what It was, but perhaps it was better that way. It was whatever Georgie could imagine the worst—an amalgamation of everything he ever feared. And it was right behind this door, waiting for him.

Georgie creaked open the door and entered the dark abyss. He stared down on those creaky, olden steps that led deeper into the basement. The steps that It was hiding underneath, ready to grab Georgie's ankles with its monstrous claws.

"Georgie, hurry up!" Bill said over the walkie-talkie, startling Georgie.

Georgie went over to the light switch—the vanquisher of It. One flip of the switch, and the basement would be purged from the evils of It's darkness, providing a clear path for the small boy. But Georgie flipped the switch, and nothing happened. He flipped it again—still nothing. Shoot. When was the last time someone replaced the lightbulbs down here?

"I'm brave. I'm brave. I'm brave," Georgie repeatedly whispered to himself as he started to slowly make his way down the steps. It was a trick Bill had taught him to do whenever he felt scared, and if Bill said it would work, then gosh darn it, it would work.

Once at the lower level, Georgie scanned the shelves of old supplies. "Where's the wax?" he whispered. Finally, he found the box of Gulf Wax. It was beside a kinda creepy-looking bust of an old lady. That's a bit odd.

Georgie turned to head back up the stairs when…what's that? Two softly glowing orbs shimmered in the darkest corner of the basement. They looked like two leering, yellow eyes. Is that…could it be…it couldn't…could it? The It of Georgie's worst nightmares? Georgie grabbed the nearby flashlight and shined it into the corner. Oh, thank God; it's only the reflection of a couple lightbulbs. See? Maybe Bill's right; maybe there is no such thing as monsters.

Suddenly, an uproarious thunder clap startled Georgie, causing him to break into a sprint up the steps and out of the dreaded cellar.

Georgie let out a relieved sigh as he slammed the basement door behind him. He was out! He did it! And if there were ever such thing as It, then he conquered it! Now it was time to join Bill upstairs to finish making his boat.

The younger Denbrough wrapped his arm around the shoulders of the elder as he watched his big brother coat the paper boat with wax using a brush.

"Alright," Bill said as he placed the brush down. "There you go!" He placed the boat in Georgie's hands. "Sh-sh-she's all ready, captain!"

"She?" Georgie asked curiously.

"You always call b-b-boats 'she'."

"She. Thanks, Billy!" Georgie said as he enveloped Bill in a warm hug. He squeezed tightly, then broke out in a fit of giggles. Georgie grabbed his walkie-talkie, then said, "See you later! Bye!" as he happily skipped out of Bill's room.

Bill walked up to his bedroom window and looked down on his brother below, clad in his yellow, hooded raincoat as he cheerfully waved up at him. "Be careful," Bill said into the walkie-talkie.

The SS Georgie was set on the river gushing down the gutters of Derry, and her honorable captain dutifully followed her on her maiden voyage. This was the most fun Georgie had in quite a while—beats being cooped up inside the house all day while Billy is sick in bed. The little captain laughed and splashed around in the river with his green galoshes as he chased his boat.

He followed his vessel all along Witcham Street, past all the houses of his neighborhood. The little ship then flowed underneath two bright orange sawhorses labeled "DERRY PUBLIC WORKS". Georgie ducked underneath the first one and kept his eyes locked on the boat. Unfortunately, that meant he didn't see the second sawhorse, and he smacked his head right against it, causing him to fall on his back against the asphalt.

Georgie rubbed his forehead as his head went a little fuzzy for a moment. But he couldn't stay lying down for too long; his boat was sailing away without him! A large mound in the street caused the river flow in the gutters to cut across the street diagonally to the other side's gutters. Georgie dashed across the street to the other side to catch up with his boat.

But that wasn't all; the boat was heading straight towards a storm drain! Georgie continued to run after her, but she was too fast. She momentarily got caught on a rock, giving Georgie a little bit of hope that he could catch up to her, but she broke free again, only to be swallowed up by the storm drain, instantly dashing all of his hopes.

"Nooo!" Georgie cried upon the sight of his boat falling to her doom deep within the bowels of the Derry sewers. "No!" Georgie repeated as he got on his knees to look inside the the storm drain. "Bill's gonna kill me!" Georgie peered further into the darkness. A part of him wondered why he even bothered—he knew that boat wouldn't be coming back. And even if it was somehow stuck down there, it's too dark to see anything, and it's too deep for Georgie to even be able to reach it. "Oh, well," Georgie said as he got up and made his way back home. So much for the SS Georgie's maiden voyage. She's in the ranks with the Titanic now.

When Georgie arrived back home, his mother was in the kitchen preparing to cook dinner. Great! She won't even notice he was gone! He took off his raincoat, then crept back upstairs.

"Hey, Bill," Georgie said as he stood in the doorway to Bill's room.

"G-G-Georgie! What happened?" Bill asked from his bed.

"The boat was too fast. I tried to catch up to her, but she fell into the sewers. Please don't be too mad at me, Bill."

"Georgie," Bill said, mildly frustrated. "That boat must not have even lasted you five minutes. How did it get so far ahead of you?"

"Well…to tell you the truth…I bumped my head on a sign. That's how it got so far ahead. I know, I'm stupid. You don't have to say it."

Bill sighed. "I wasn't g-g-going to say that. It's okay, we all m-m-make mistakes. Is your head alright?"

"I think so?"

"Here, let me see."

Georgie walked up to Bill, and the older sibling brushed aside the younger's hair to inspect his forehead. "Looks okay to me," Bill declared. "Well, n-n-now what? You've got nothing t-t-to do now."

"Hmm," Georgie thought for a moment to think of something to do. "Can we draw together, Bill?"

Bill contemplated this, but ultimately decided, "Yeah, okay, sure." Truthfully, Bill wanted to be alone. That's why he had made the boat in the first place. But now that the boat was a bust, Bill felt a responsibility to keep his brother happy, even if it meant sacrificing some alone time. "You want to g-g-go get your crayons? I can let you use s-s-some of my sketchbook paper."

"Alright!" Georgie ran back into his own room to fetch his box of crayons. There was nothing like spending quality time with Bill to make a rainy day seem just a little bit sunnier.