"Ohmanohmanohmanohman." Now on Rich's "family's" porch, he paces back and forth, and he surprises himself with how panicked he is, but he's figured it out. He's figured it out and he remembers how terrified he'd been the first time when he saw that stupid clown, back when it'd just been fiction.

And he's powerless here. He's got a whole thing about not having his powers. There are a lot of people who can adapt when their powers are again and he is not, will never be, and has never been one of them. It feels like a limb is gone, like the core of his body's gone all cold, and he feels useless and vulnerable in a way that's intensely uncomfortable.

"It!" he says, grabbing Robbie by the shoulders and shaking him slightly. It's not an angry shake, it's just panic, a "Don't you see??" kind of shoulder shake. "Stephen King's It! That's the story we're in right now! That was the killer clown!"

He lets go and starts pacing again.

"My parents wouldn't even let me watch this movie when I was a kid! I watched it over my buddy Caps' house 'cause his parents always let us watch R-rated movies. Thanks to that stupid clown, I didn't sleep for two days."

And now they have to go against the damn thing? As kids?!

"Ohmanohmanohmanohman."

Normally, he's not the type to panic under pressure. Ever. But normally he wasn't a kid again, powerless, and being forced to face one of his worst childhood fears.