Richie hadn't wanted to go out either. But something was pulling at him -- he was pretty sure it wasn't IT so much as his own dreams but -- well, there was no saying until they were out there, he supposed.
The streets were empty and Richie was sort of hoping for the hilarity of a tumbleweed to come rolling past by the time they'd gotten far enough away from the hotel where a few turns had left it completely out of their sights. "I'm not sure what we're supposed to find," he said after a beat, sounding exasperated with himself. Or maybe just in general. The Losers were gonna kill him for this dumb move, and for what?