He turned. He stopped, and he looked at her, and he responded to his name, and Beverly's heart felt full to bursting. He wasn't dead. Yes, he was very young compared to her and the others, but he was here and not rotting in some cave. He should have a cast at this age.
Her steps faltered with that thought. The voice wasn't wrong, but maybe he was from after the cast came off. The closer she drew to him, the more unsure she was. Bev stopped in front of the boy. "I..know your face." She reached out and touched his cheek. "But you're not...him." He wasn't It, either, but this wasn't Eddie. He didn't feel like Eddie. "Why did you answer to Eddie?"