And then there was a minor earthquake and he jolted awake only to hear Richie swearing at him. "Stop! S-s-stop it, Richie!" he said, grabbing his pillow and swinging it at his friend before dropping back down onto the mattress and shutting his eyes tight - he was tired and there was a bright light coming from somewhere.
And then he realized something. Richie was not a 40-year-old man any more. "Ruh-richie?" he asked, and carefully opened his eyes again. The light from the hall was bright but it let him see his friend, up on his bed. He grinned sleepily when he saw that it was indeed Richie at his proper age.