In the dim light of the woods, the Losers' Club sits in a circle.

As they flip through the pages, they come across a faded picture of Pennywise from the 17th century, its sinister grin frozen in time.

Richie adjusts his oversized glasses and quips, "How the hell are we going to destroy some overpowered thing that can shapeshift?!"

Bill stutters, "M-Maybe we can, uh, f-find a weakness?"

Mike interjects, "I can find something in the library. There’s gotta be a pattern."