(That response actually warrants a slight smile from Eddie. It was tiresome to explain these things, but at least the guy understood what he was saying when it came to the random experiments. That meant Barry would probably adjust better to this place than a lot of people have over the past year or so.

He takes the scalpel from Barry and takes out some alcohol wipes to carefully clean it. He's meticulous in his work and eventually seals the scalpel and puts it away. The gloves are peeled off and deposited with Barry's in a similar fashion.)

Over a year now. I turned thirteen here and in about two weeks I'll be fourteen. Before that I was in other weird places. (Eddie gives a thin shrug, and it's true. He carries a whole lot of weariness. A lot of scars, a lot of weight that he hadn't carried back when he was eleven.)

I've been gone from Derry and in other worlds since I was eleven though. So. I honestly don't remember much from my home sometimes anymore.

(Sometimes he even forgot the faces of his own friends. But that's something he doesn't feel like talking about even on a good day. Eddie gets to his feet and although he's much smaller than this man, he offers both of his hands anyway. They're both scarred heavily on the palms, but the right far more than the left.)

Upsie-daisy. Don't wanna sit near organs for that long. God only knows if they have anything wrong with them in the long run.