Richie and Peter were the next people after Beverly and Ben to enter the Town House.

The adults immediately questioned who Peter was.

Richie was the one to answer, "His name's Peter and he's Bill and Kat's kid."

Beverly looked to the teenager. "You're Peter Denbrough?" she questioned.

Peter nodded while Richie told him, "Well, kid. It was nice meeting you but I'm leaving."

"But my mom and dad-" Peter spoke.

"They'll be here soon but as soon as you find them, you gotta fucking leave. Remember everything I told you," Richie replied, jogging upstairs with Ben following, badgering him with questions.

Beverly took a moment to look over Peter. She saw it from the picture at the restaurant previously but in person, she saw the many similarities between him and Bill.

She took a step forward, outstretching her hand towards him. "Hi, I'm one of your parent's friends. My name's-"

"Beverly Rogan," Peter finished, taking her hand and shaking it lightly. "I know, my mom's obsessed with your clothing line."

"Beverly Marsh," she corrected before glancing at his slight rugged state and his backpack on his shoulder. "Um, Peter, I'm not sure if you should be here. Your mom and dad-"

"Are here because of a killer clown," Peter finished. "Richie told me a lot walking me here."

Beverly looked slightly taken back at that, expecting the teenager to call them all crazy so she said, "Look, I know it sounds insane and-"

He spoke three words with an anxious tone:

"I believe you."

Beverly's face was washed over with shock because that was the last thing she'd thought she would hear from him.

Beverly sat beside Peter who sunk on the stairs last step. "Why?" she couldn't help but ask. "It sounds like some scary you'd hear around the campfire."

"Yeah, it does," he agreed. "But-"

"But?" she questioned.

He sighed. He didn't tell Richie what he's been dealing with but now that he thought it over, maybe he should've.

Peter's eyes moved down to stare at the dirt on his sneakers. "Ever since I was little, for as long as I can remember..." The thought he was about to speak out loud caused his stutter to return. "I've had these d-d-dreams, more like nightmares every t-time I go sleep. There was this clown nearly every time and h-h-he'd...eat kids alive...I never told my dad or my mom because I was scared of what they might think..." He took a deep shaky breath. "I googled Derry on the way here and ch-ch-checked their missing people cases. Half of the kids I dreamt about was from this town and were missing."

Beverly didn't dare to say a word. She knew exactly what he was going through because she has been having dreams about people dying since she left Derry but for as long as he could remember? God, for all she knew, he could've been having these nightmares since he was born or maybe in his toddler years.

She knew her reason why she was having her nightmares but why Peter and why so young?

Was it because he was technically born into the loser's club and IT has been infesting his mind ever since or... She didn't know, there were endless reasons she could think of.

"When I reached 10," Peter continued. "I saw my uncle die too. George, Georgie, and my parents never told me how he died."

"What do you remember from that?" Beverly asked.

"He was chasing a paper boat in the rain," he stated. "That boat went down the storm drain and there was the clown, taunting him. His arm was gone and he was...dragged down into the sewers."

"Oh my God," she muttered.

"I saw adults die too. Nearly a week ago, I saw a g-g-guy get beaten to death and thrown into a stream near some b-b-barrens, then he was eaten alive by this clown and now on the bus ride here, I saw some g-g-guy commit suicide which doesn't make sense-"

"Stan," Beverly spoke which made Peter turn his gaze on her. "His name's Stan. He was our friend growing up. He died in..."

At that moment, he finished Beverly's sentence.

"In the bathtub."

Beverly nodded for him to confirm. "You're not alone in this, Peter," she told him. "I've seen it too."

"What do I do?" Peter asked, sounding lost.

"You need to tell your mom and dad," she replied. "Everything. I'm sure they'll try to help you in any way they can."

The door to the Town House opened.

Eddie was the first to come in, from the top of his head to the middle of his stomach, he was covered in a black substance.

"Oh my God," Beverly spoke. "What happened to you?"

"Nothing. I'm fine, I'm fine. Everything's fine," Eddie chanted as if he was mostly trying to convince himself before walking up the stairs past Peter and Beverly.

Peter glanced back to the door to see his mom enter in with a notebook in her hand and a small grocery bag in the other. He's never seen his mom like this.

Her eyes bloodshot from the lack of sleep, her clothes slightly smudged with dirt and she was pale as if she'd seen a ghost but her color was returning.

At least until she saw Peter then she dropped the items she was holding.

"What the hell are you doing here?" she demanded from her son, walking towards him.

"I needed to see you," Peter stated before glancing behind her to see Bill wasn't with her. "Where's Dad?"

"He had something to do," she half-lied, unaware that he knew mostly everything that she was going through. "This couldn't wait until we got home."

"What if you didn't come home?" Peter questioned which made Katherine pause. "You guys left quickly, faster than I've ever seen you leave for a career project. I was suspicious and then I googled your hometown's history. You left when the murder rate is at its highest. For a moment, I thought you were going after whoever was causing this. Turns out it wasn't too much of a stretch, right, Mom?"

Katherine glanced at Beverly. "What did you tell my son?" she asked in a defensive, protective tone.

"Nothing," Peter answered for the redhead. "Richie told me everything, he's trying to leave."

Katherine scoffed. "That's not a shocker," she admitted as Beverly went upstairs to check on Eddie.

"Mom, whatever you need-"

"You can't help, Peter!" she told him with emphasis on her words.

The door to the Town House opened once more.

Bill walked in, not noticing Peter at first, only his wife. "Kat, where's everybody else?" he asked.

"Richie's upstairs with Ben and Beverly, Eddie and I just got here," she answered. "Someone else got here too."

Katherine motioned behind her to Peter who waved at Bill. "Hi, Dad," he greeted awkwardly.

Bill shook his head, muttering no as walked over to Peter as his fear only increased as another loved one of his was in harm's way. "W-W-W-What are you doing here?" he asked.

"I needed to make sure you were okay. This town-" Peter began.

"This town is a b-b-bad place for you to be," Bill told him.

"You need to leave," Katherine added. "Now. I'll buy you a plane ticket home but you need to go."

"I can't," Peter replied. "I won't. Not while guys are still here."

"You need to," Bill replied. "Your safety means m-m-more than ours does."

"No, it doesn't," Peter replied, his tone turning angry. "If I leave and you guys don't ever come back, what the hell am I suppose to do? What do I have?"

His words made the two go silent until Katherine asked, "Pete, can you just go sit down while Dad and I talk?"

He did so, going to sit at the tables near the bar.

Bill turned to Katherine. "He's just scared," he said.

"So am I. Aren't you? Not just for us but for him now." Katherine said with a panicked tone to which Bill hugged her tightly. "I'm fucking terrified and of course, that's what IT wants but-"

Bill pulled back to cup her face. "We can do this but we have to stick together."

Katherine was still panicking despite his words. "IT knows what I did to Seth," she stated softly. "Now I don't know what to do anymore. I..."

He pressed forehead against hers.

"I would do anything to protect you from danger but I need you to let me in and not push me away."

"I'm trying not to," she admitted.

"Just think of a time when you felt safe," he told her, knowing when she did so, it calmed her down.

The first thing the came to mind was a time in 1989 when things seemed simpler at the time.

He pressed his lips to hers.

Katherine was in shock. If it were any other boy to kiss her, she would've pushed him away but it was Bill. Bill was the sweetest, most caring and kind guy she knows. Plus, she had a crush on him so why push him away?

She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his lips on hers.

Bill had liked Katherine since they've had their first kiss in fourth grade. But after everything they've been through, he was now sure how he felt about her.

Bill pulled away from her. "I love you," he spoke much more clearly, his cheeks tinted pink.

Katherine's eyes met his as it felt like her heart leaped in her chest. "Really?"

Bill nodded, unable to form any more words.

Katherine looked into Bill's eyes. It didn't matter where she was. Since she was 13-years-old, he always kept her safe and loved.

She looked up at Bill, her eyes moved to his lips again causing him to lean forward, connecting them.

He gently grabbed her chin, tilting her head slightly so he could deepen the kiss.

It wasn't lust-filled or quick like it's always been this past year, it was a well needed, full of love kiss.

In that moment, Katherine remembered how lucky she was for the life she worked for. She had a good career, a loving husband and an amazing father to their good son.

Most of her co-workers at her age had one or the other, not all of what she had. They lost one for the price of another. Gave up their careers for their family, was divorced, widowed or was a single mother.

She was none of those. For now, until the day she dies (which might not be too long), Katherine will remember how lucky she was for the life she built with Bill.

Katherine parted from Bill, her index finger tracing his features lightly until he grabbed her hand lightly with his own as her eyes looked over the face of someone she thought she could never get tired of looking at like the world's most beautiful masterpiece to ever be created.

"Bill," she spoke softly. "I need to tell you something-"

Her thoughts stopped as both Bill and Katherine's heads turned to the stairs in which a staircase came rolling down the steps.

"Should we be running?" Katherine asked Bill.

"This is Derry, I'm kind of getting use to it," he answered, regardless pulling his wife into him as Peter walked back over to see what was happening.

The skateboard finally rolled off the stairs, stopping before a dark liquid began to levitate in the air.

"What the shit?" Peter questioned as Bill pulled his son back to stand beside Katherine who hugged him tightly while picked up a coat rack and stepping up to the skateboard.

Bill slammed the coat rack down on the skateboard to see what would happen.

Nothing.

Bill tilted the skateboard, making it fall onto the back with its wheels up in the air.

In blood-red, words were written, "WON'T BE THERE FOR HIM EITHER."

"Dad, what the hell does that mean?" Peter asked Bill.

Bill dropped the coat rack as he turned to her. "Shit. It's the kid," he answered.

"What kid?"

"It's the kid from the-from the place-at the Chinese place. I saw him on my way here. He lives in my old house. He's-He was going to the fair and..." Bill stopped himself in realization. "He's going to the fair. I gotta help him."

He began to walk towards the door until Katherine grasped his wrist. "Wait, Bill. No. Let's go together. I'll get everyone and we'll go save him-"

"There's no time," Bill told her with desperation in his tone. "I-I can't let it happen again."

Katherine's heart broke for him. "Billy, what happened to Georgie before was never your fault..." she tried to tell him.

"I-I-I wish that was true, Kat," he said, kissing her forehead and heading towards the door but not before glancing back at his son. "Pete, I need you to keep an eye on your mom. Make sure she doesn't go after me, can you do that?"

Peter nodded. "Go," he told him.

Bill hurriedly exited the house, slamming the door behind him.

"Bill? Kat?"

Peter and Katherine turned to see Ben and Beverly coming downstairs.

"What happened? Did Bill just leave?" Beverly asked her.

"I couldn't stop him," she answered. "There was this-"

"It's all right. It's all right. He'll be back," Ben reassured her. "Well, at least, I got Richie to stay."

"Good," she answered. "Bev, how's Eddie?"

"He's in the bathroom cleaning up but he's yelling in hysterics," she replied.

Katherine nodded. "I'm going to check on him." She began to go upstairs, picking her journal and her bag until she looked at Peter. "And you, you stay down here and don't go anywhere by yourself, got it?"

"Got it," he answered.

"Good," she replied before hurrying up the stairs, going up to Eddie's room. She walked towards the bathroom door where she heard the water running and Eddie talking to himself:

"Oh, and then the leper, he threw up all over me-"

He stopped once Katherine knocked on the door. "Eds, are you okay?" she asked him.

"I'm not fucking fine!" he yelled back before pausing. "Wait, are you okay?"

"Fine," she answered as more motion sickness and the urge to vomit washed over her once more. "I have tests and I'm gonna go take them right now. Will you come be with me when you're done clean up? I don't think I can look at the results alone."

"Yeah, I'll be right there," he called through the door.

Katherine left his room, going into her own room, dropping the journal on the bed before going into the bathroom, pulling out the pregnancy test...

***

Downstairs, Ben just handed Peter a glass of water as he and Beverly both sat across from the teenager and asked Peter more questions about his nightmares.

"But how are you seeing this?" Ben asked Peter. "No one else but Bev has seen this and she was...in the deadlights."

"I don't know," Peter answered. "I've just been having these for as long as I can remember."

"Have you seen us die yet?" Beverly asked him.

Hesitantly, Peter nodded. "I just your faces and I saw..." he trailed off. "I saw my mom and my dad-"

"You don't have to explain if you don't want to," Ben told him softly.

Peter nodded in thanks. "I'm fine. I just need more water."

He stood up to grab more from the pitcher that was near the bar until he froze in place, the glass he was holding fell from his hand, shattering to pieces as it hit the floor.

At the noise, Ben and Beverly glanced at him.

"Peter?" Beverly questioned.

He didn't answer or turn back to face her. He only fell to his knees which caused Beverly and Ben to rush to him.

Ben looked at his face. "Pete, are you okay?"

By the second, the boy was visibly turning pale and his blue eyes were clouded with blankness and fear.

Beverly had a strong feeling about what was occurring and asked him, "Peter, can you hear me? What do you see now?"

Without looking at her and with a clouded look in his eyes, he spoke, "My dad is trying to save him from the clown."

"Who?" Ben asked.

Without hesitation, Peter answered:

"Dean."

***