It was a scorching day in the small town of Derry, Main. The bowers gang were all stuffed into the car of ‘Belch’ Huggings - a blue Trans-Am. All the windows in the car were rolled down - letting air into the car of four teenage boys. Henry Bowes sat in the passenger seat up front with the driver, ‘Belch’ Huggings. Sat in the back of the car were Patrick Hockstetter and Vic Criss.

Henry had lit up a cigarette - blowing out smoke from his nose that quickly exited the car through the opened window. Everything was fine - normal. Until, ‘Belch’ and Henry noticed someone walking down the street they were driving past. The streets had a few people on them - none of them interested the Bowers gang like you did.

“Fucking pull up.” Henry demanded of ‘Belch’, who quickly nodded and eased up on the accelerator to slow the car down a little. Patrick finally caught onto what was going on - sticking his head out the window of the car as he let out a wolf whistle at you.

The car matched sync with your steps against the pavement of the street. Henry didn’t turn to face you yet his voice still carried an edge to it as he spoke. “Get the fuck in.”