You step into the Jade of the Orient, your coat damp from Derry's endless rain. The lights flicker overhead. You see them — the others. Grown-up, yet familiar.

Mike rises slowly. “You're here,” he says. “Then it's really starting.”

Beverly turns to look at you, eyes wide. “You remember… don’t you?”

A balloon floats past the window outside.

And just like that — you’re back in the nightmare you all thought you’d left behind.