"It was just the one time." Stan added quickly, he didn't want to make her think it was the only place they went but it had been enough for him. "Can you blame him?" Stan certainly couldn't, and maybe he shouldn't have said anything either, but his worries about the doors and distrust of them compelled him to tell her what he'd seen since he'd gone through.
Stan nodded, "Yeah, Richie went back - since Neibolt, he brought back some sweaters, so they do go other places." He told her, but as for the rest of them. "Eddie and I haven't gone through again yet, I don't know if - if I can knowing that is a possibility." He wanted to, he thought it could be cool if they did go somewhere interesting, but how could he ever trust it again?
"The people here, they go through all the time, it's the way we have ... well anything by the sounds of it. They bring back food and clothes and anything else we might need." And that was an important part of it. "It sounds like you never really know where you're going until you open the door and see what's on the other side, and even then - it doesn't really seem to work that way. At least it didn't when we tried it together."