Beverly stood in an unmoving elevator trying to remember what it meant to breathe, her mind racing. There were too many possibilities, too many variables and possible repercussions that made pursuing that boy a very bad idea. She couldn't be sure she'd seen what she thought she saw, anyway. It had only been a glimpse. She heard a familiar voice and looked up--because she was human, and that's how humans functioned, even with the knowledge of something that could mimic people perfectly present.
His face was unmistakable, brief though her view had been. He didn't feel the same, but maybe that was because their ages were so vastly different now, and she was on an elevator. She couldn't let him get away. Damn whatever consequences befell her because it was It in disguise or because she'd only seen what she wanted to see. Beverly had to know if this was a trick, or if one of the friends they'd lost to Pennywise had been brought to them. No matter what age, Eddie was family, and if he'd been brought to Goodland in the middle of the attack, she didn't want him running into It on his own. Frantically, she pushed the door open button and hurried into the hall. "Eddie!"