[They may have all found each other through less than ordinary circumstances but after leaving Derry, Stanley found himself fine with a life of obscurity. A place where he could wake up and fill the bird feeders, sit in front of the television at night with a glass of red wine or maybe even sit down to a good book.

That's what he'd set aside for himself, what he'd achieved, and something he'd let go of to help the rest of them. At the time, Stan had done what he was convinced was best but Eddie saying it so plainly twists something up in his gut, like a knife. His frown deepens as he continues, and there's really not a damn thing he can do now. No way he can save Eddie, go back and change it, and so he's not sure what's worse - doing something he'd been so sure could help and failing even that, or being incapable of ever taking it back.]

He loved you, you know. You guys were so obvious. [It's said with a slight roll of his eyes because even now he can remember how exhausting it all was.] I'm sorry you ever forgot each other. Lost each other. I was just trying to do what was right, Eddie, I don't know.