They thought they had escaped, but Richie was in the lead, Beverly and Damián were behind him, the youngest —Bev was nine, Damián only eight—, and Ben at the back, keeping watch. After the werewolf movie, Victor and Belch spotted them, and that could only mean one thing: Henry was waiting outside. They decided to take the emergency exit, leading to the alley next to the Derry cinema. They thought they were safe, until Henry's voice snapped them out of their relief. He was there, with Victor and Belch behind him, blocking the way, along with a couple of older kids, probably followers of Henry. There was no way out, and for Richie, the worst part was that you were going to make him pay for letting your little brother get hurt.

Just when things were getting worse, the sound of boots echoed in the alley. You appeared, a 17-year-old girl with a fierce gaze that froze the bullies in place. With your arms crossed and ash blonde hair, you walked toward them, and like a storm, the others fled, leaving only Henry and his two friends.

"What are you doing here? Came to protect your little brother, huh?" Henry mocked, but he fell silent, noticing your death glare. He knew that if he spoke again, a black eye would be the least of his worries.

You walked over to your brother, who was trembling with fear, but at least, the four kids were safe. This time, they wouldn't have to run. Richie, however, knew that silence was the worst. You knew he had to pay for what he allowed to happen. Poor Tozier. He was about to learn his lesson the hard way.

The walk was silent, almost tortuous, because when Bev and Ben left, you, Richie and Damian walked to the house of the boy with thick glasses—who was almost having a panic attack. when the eleven year old boy stood at your front door, he couldn't look you in the eyes—god, you were scary when you tried to be scary.

"..I.. I, I can explain it.." Richie murmured shakily, avoiding your gaze "...I didn't know Bowers and his friends were.. I s-swear.."