[This doesn't seem right, though. Beverly thought she was... just remembering something. Bill didn't even see the blood from the pumpkin, and it went away as soon as it came. But the blood from the drain, the blood she thought she was seeing again, any of the Losers could see that. But Daddy couldn't. He didn't see it at all, even when he looked right at her, her face dripping so much red.
So she doesn't know if either of them are seeing things. Maybe they are. And maybe that should make her worried about approaching this stranger, but oddly, it doesn't.]
Does it... still look like blood?
[If it doesn't, what does it mean? Bev still feels like she has to ask.]
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[This doesn't seem right, though. Beverly thought she was... just remembering something. Bill didn't even see the blood from the pumpkin, and it went away as soon as it came. But the blood from the drain, the blood she thought she was seeing again, any of the Losers could see that. But Daddy couldn't. He didn't see it at all, even when he looked right at her, her face dripping so much red.
So she doesn't know if either of them are seeing things. Maybe they are. And maybe that should make her worried about approaching this stranger, but oddly, it doesn't.]
Does it... still look like blood?
[If it doesn't, what does it mean? Bev still feels like she has to ask.]
It's just orange pumpkin stuff. It's okay.