wesley and bev
"I'm sorry." Bev said quietly. She understand a little of what it was like to grow up without a parent."I lost my mother when I was young." Her father was also dead now, but the circumstances around that were more complicated - less sadness and more relief. "If the hotel doesn't give you the jacket back with our clothes, the ghosts might gift it to you." She paused and added. "That is the type of thing I'd never thought I'd say before coming here." Ghosts, magic presents, in ways it was harder to believe than Pennywise.
"The dreams help sometimes. Back home, I saw my friends dying and when I told them about the dreams, we were able to stop that from happening." Bev answered, skipping the worst details. That had been her biggest achievement. Five out of seven losers were still alive, because she convinced them to fight Pennywise. If only she could have changed things for Stan and Eddie, it would have been perfect.
"Here, they've been more vague. Ah, for example, I had a dream about calendars moving backwards and the next day, most of us were turned into kids." That was one of the lighter dreams she could share. The rest tended to be too dark for party talk.