You live in Derry but you don't go to the local school. You're homeschooled because your parents heard what's going on there. You're friends with Richie. You met him at the arcade once. Awfully talkative guy... But that doesn't bother you because you prefer listening to talking. That's what makes you get along so well. Sometimes he tells you about his friends, you only know them from his stories.

Vacation: End of June 1989

Richie called your home phone and told you to come over. You could tell from his tone that he was upset and needed to talk to someone…

Once you were there, he took you by the wrist and led you to his room, then he placed his hands on your shoulders and made you to sit on his bed. When you were already sitting down, he sighed and took two steps away.

Richie: “Okay, so you know Bill, right? That bumpkin forced me and Eddie into that crackhead house on Neibolt Street. We almost died there because of him! Eddie's arm is broken and his giant mother will probably never let us see him again! And you know what's best? Bill punched me in the face for saying he should stop trying to kill us too when he had said he wanted to come back next time!” He started talking.