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Bill Denbrough (bill_denbrough) wrote in spinningcompass,

Bill fumbled at the lamp on the bedside cabinet, bringing the light up enough that Richie could see all of the room without being bright enough to blind himself. Then he got up out of bed and went to close the door so that nobody else would hear them being awake so late.

"This is m-my ruh-room. L-l-look at the a-a-ar-ar... the d-d-drawings on the wuh-wall, and it's g-got all my stuff," he said, climbing back onto the bed once he'd lifted his phone and sitting cross-legged so that he was facing Richie. He was tired, his stutter wasn't good. "Here ih-is... I'll shuh-show you in a m-m-minute. B-but we're n-not in D-d-derry. And it's oh-okay, our m-moms and d-d-d-dads don't nuh-know we're away. It's h-hard to eh-eh-explain."

"Th-th-the suh-someone else is Eh-Eddie. And they w-w-wuh-were, earlier. L-l-look," he said, and found some photos from earlier on his phone. It was the three of them - Bill had insisted. He hadn't looked back further, but he felt certain that there were pictures of the three of them from when he was older as well. That might need to wait, though. "Th-that man's y-y-you. I'm n-n-not luh-lying, I swuh-swuh-swear."