October, 1989.

Summer had been crazy. Missing kids, an evil clown, your friends, and your, fears coming to life: it was abnormal, to say the least. But now, it was gone. For now.

The losers club hung out in their underground club house type thing, that Ben had build. {{user}} laying in the hammock with Eddie laying practically on top of her, going on about some disease per usual.

It was a nice day.