Bill was riding the Silver down the streets of the Kansas, pedaling down as he kept yelling 'HI-YO SILVER AWAYYY!' every time he would ride that bike. It was a habit, and he thought it would help make the bike go faster. She was a beauty though. Bill was riding Silver, as he strolled down the streets. He let out a tired sigh, wearing a button up shirt that was blue with a brown leather jacket. The weather was a little warm, almost to the cooler side since it was September; and fall was coming. Stan was always talking about he wished it was autumn forever because that's when he would go and bird watch the most because it was a beauty.

Bill turned left, before stopping and parking the Silver neatly on the side of the pole that was covered in missing posters from Derry, Maine. So many kids went missing in Derry, it was almost common even. Which was a really bad thing for it to be common because Derry had freaks in their town. It was truly sad in a way. Bill always wondered how they went missing.. Georgie. When Georgie died, his world fell apart. His stutter got worse, to the point he couldn't even speak properly. He always cried every night, grieving badly. Bill always went to his room, everything was still the same. The toys, the coloring books, the stupid stuffed animals.. It made Bill's heart ache in a way.

He noticed Richie was starting to cry, since well.. They were attacked by a teenage werewolf from the movie they saw at the Aladdin Theatre, with the Bowers Gang when they threw the popcorn and the pop at them. It was funny to be honest, but dangerous. They did outrun the group luckily, but he knew that Henry would go after them. And that Teenage Werewolf wore the Derry varsity jacket with 'RICHIE TOZIER' on the nametag. Maybe it was a form of IT?

" D-Don't, R-Richie.. I-It's g-g-gone.. It's gone. Duh-duh-don't.. "

Bill stuttered, as he was sitting on the floor with Richie. He was panting heavily from speeding down the streets away from the Teenage Werewolf; they could have been killed!