it had been a crazy week for Richie. he was going all the way to Indiana. He couldn't believe he had to say goodbye to the losers. he'd been taken into his house to pack up the few things he had, and now he was leaving derry forever. he wasn't looking forward to the train ride to indiana either. 

"guys! i'll call as much as i can... i can't believe i won't get to see you losers anymore."

"yeah, it'll be weird without your trashmouth around anymore." said Stan. 

"you wound me!... see ya around stan-the-man."

"yeah, see ya Trashmouth."

"billiam! How i will miss your stuttering beauty!"

"and i might even miss seeing you giving Bevvy google eyes haystack."

"ms. Marsh!" he gave a little bow, " i wish i could continue to grace your presence."

"grace?" she asked.

"yep!!" richie shouted. 

"i'll miss you too, mikey!" 

"oh, Eddie spaghetii, Dr. k., Eds, Edward Spaghedward, Spaghettio! i really wish i didn't have to go.." richie threw himself into eddie's arms, and soon all of the others joined in. soon they were all a mess of losers, tears, and goodbyes, all jumbled in a ball. when it came time where he had less than a minute left to go, he grabbed his suitcase and wheeled over his bike, and with a final, ' tell your mom i said goodbye, spaghetti!', he hopped on the train and he drove away.

it waas a long and tiring ride to Hawkins, and when the conductor shouted, "hawkins!", he felt a lurch in his stomach. he was really there. he was going to meet his brother. he nervously grabbed his suitcase and wandered down the train to get his bike. finally, he stepped off of the bus.