"It's hard to see something if your mind can't even fathom it as an option," Beverly mused, squinting baby blues contemplatively. Now came the part where her stoned philosophical ponderings crept in - this was like a whole thing she wanted to figure out, okay. Despite the haze in front of her vision, like she was looking at the world through a windowpane, she still could make out the answers. "This place - exists on a different point of space and time. Different than the Deadlights." Death and horror, yes, that was all possible - but being spirted away to another dimension? No one could have seen that coming.
She ate more Cheetos, attempting to rid herself of the poofy orange residue before she leaned in and rested against Richie, grasping his shirt, holding onto him desperately. "It's scary, I know - to think of someone poking in here," she tapped his temple for emphasis. "But I'll be there with you. I'll make sure nothing bad happens. I just don't want this to linger and hurt you."
It was there, in his head, sitting, maybe consuming his soul or something. Beverly didn't know how it worked - through all his research, Mike was probably the one that had the answers but he wasn't here so she wasn't about to wait for him to show up. Not when it was possible they could do something about it using resources they wouldn't have back home.