Oh, that was so cool. He grinned when her voice sounded in the room, glancing round without even thinking about it, as if he could locate the source. He knew it was Abra, but his brain still wanted to find the point that the noise was coming from.
And then she spoke in his head. It was different from how he simply knew things sometimes. He'd always known when Abra's grandad was in a bad mood during his English classes because he was in pain from his knees or his back, even though nothing was ever said. And it was the same when he was near Dan or Abra. It had never been a voice in his mind, it was just that the knowledge was simply there. He'd noticed it with Richie and Eddie and himself as well. Hell, Richie had woken him up one night when Richie was two wheels over from their home, drinking his sorrows in Bad Things.
He stepped back a little at the zip-zip and nodded. This was... different. Was this the Old Man's doing? Was it the door? (can you hear me?) he copied, although he supposed Abra could always hear him.