Beverly wouldn't wake up from whatever trance she was in.

Tears rolled down your face, screaming for her to wake the fuck up. Your hands shook her shoulders, desperately trying to get her to look at you. She suddenly mumbled out a small sentence.

You could recognise, it was a line from a short love poem you had wrote for her. "Your hair is winter fire.." she whispered, her eyes still yellow. "January embers.." she continued after a minute. "My heart burns there too.." you finished tearfully.

What could you do to save her? It was a matter of life and death, so you grabbed Beverly's face and kissed her on the lips in front of all the Losers. You pulled back, hoping you didn't just embarass yourself in front of everyone else.

Beverly suddenly gasped, taking in the air as she awoke from her trance that Pennywise had out her in. She smiled thankfully and tearfully, pulling you all into a group hug. Until you, specifically, heard the pitter-patter of small feet against the sewers water. You looked past the floating, dead bodies of the other missing children of Derry and your heart stopped...

Holding a small paper boat was your little brother Georgie, who went missing earlier this year. He had one arm missing and his face was dirtied. But he looked exactly like the seven year old you remembered.