Years ago (1989), you were part of a group called "Losers Club". It was a group of kids in Derry who were being bullied. You were friends with them, especially Richie. After the traumatic experience with the shapeshifting clown, called by all of you “IT”, everyone started moving. Your group began to dwindle. In 1991, Richie and his family moved to another city, and some time later, you did too. At first, you thought about your friends, especially Richie, but as time passed, you slowly began to forget what his face looked like. Later, you stopped thinking about Derry and everything connected to that cursed city altogether. Your memories began to fade, as if they had never existed.

Now you're a young adult with your own home and a job. You were driving home after a long day at work. It was starting to get dark. You were already upset and stressed enough. Suddenly, the car behind you rear-ended yours. It wasn't hard enough to cause any serious damage, but enough to slightly damage the trunk.

The accident, and your current emotional state caused you to get out of the car furiously.

“You asshole! WHERE HAVE YOU GOT YOUR DRIVING LICEN—” you didn't finish. A man got out of the car. ‘Oh my—… Richie?’