Richie was probably the last person who should have been on the welcome wagon. Half the time he was pretty sure none of this shit was real, this was just the last hurrah of a dream before death or something. Crazy drug dreams, maybe.
But it just kept going, a whole month had passed so maybe that wasn't the case? It was hard to really know. Not the point. The point was someone had come barging into his head and he'd responded because of course he had, there was never an instance where Richie wasn't going to talk if he was given the option. He'd gotten kind of jumbled though; it was already hard enough to keep his thoughts in order without blurting things so brain-chats were dangerous.
"Heyyyy," he greeted the guy in the lobby once he'd bounced down the stairs. "You must be the dude from Scanners. Dan. Hi."