"Tell Richie I'm here." Eddie said with a grin. They were both real and riding bikes. They were okay. "Yeah. I'm the park. I was sleeping on a bench, then I woke up, met Dan and now we're going to where you are." He wasn't sure how much sense he was making. Him, of all the kids they knew, sleeping like the hobos his mom warned him about? It was only a little less crazy than everything else.