[ Try as he may, Ben just isn't spotting anyone. The path his trek from the window had taken him on seems to paint the place as a ghost town. He can't still the nerves that gnaw at his stomach, dread tumbling within him as he takes each stride.
Then there's a voice. A familiar one! He abruptly stops, turns, and with wide eyes and the start of a smile, he runs straight over in Bill's direction. ] Bill! Oh my god, I -- [ A heavy breath. ] You don't know how happy I am to see you. [ It's clear on his face. The nerves dissipate, though they threaten to worm back in at any moment. With Bill at his side, there's nothing they can't conquer. He knows it's idealistic to think so and Ben doesn't care: Bill's their leader, and he's the best leader they could ever ask for.
Plus, the brightness on Bill's face is warm and comforting. It shouldn't be allowed to be so, not when Ben's just woken up in a weird town, where strange music had been playing, where he's certain that the menace that'd been threatening Derry was still after them. But, he's comforted. His brow furrows. ] Where are we? This isn't a dream, is it? [ When you have vivid dreams all the time, you know the difference between one and reality. ] I thought the clown finally got me...then I woke up...in a weird house. [ He glances back in the direction he'd come from. He points. ] Back that way. [ Sharing details is important, especially with Bill at the other end. ] What's going on, Bill?
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Then there's a voice. A familiar one! He abruptly stops, turns, and with wide eyes and the start of a smile, he runs straight over in Bill's direction. ] Bill! Oh my god, I -- [ A heavy breath. ] You don't know how happy I am to see you. [ It's clear on his face. The nerves dissipate, though they threaten to worm back in at any moment. With Bill at his side, there's nothing they can't conquer. He knows it's idealistic to think so and Ben doesn't care: Bill's their leader, and he's the best leader they could ever ask for.
Plus, the brightness on Bill's face is warm and comforting. It shouldn't be allowed to be so, not when Ben's just woken up in a weird town, where strange music had been playing, where he's certain that the menace that'd been threatening Derry was still after them. But, he's comforted. His brow furrows. ] Where are we? This isn't a dream, is it? [ When you have vivid dreams all the time, you know the difference between one and reality. ] I thought the clown finally got me...then I woke up...in a weird house. [ He glances back in the direction he'd come from. He points. ] Back that way. [ Sharing details is important, especially with Bill at the other end. ] What's going on, Bill?