MONTHS OF SUMMER PASSED. Bill and Hayley still talked and hung out, sometimes joined by Bev, but there had been nothing from the others. Hayley was sure that everything would blow over fairly quickly, that the Losers' friendship was stronger than that. But maybe it couldn't survive a murderous clown.

But then something changed.

Bill and Hayley had gone over to Beverley's apartment to see if she wanted to hang out with them. Hayley went to go knock on the door since they figured Bill going would not please Bev's dad. But when she got up, the door was cracked open, and the place was a mess.

"Billy!" she called, a bit scared to enter on her own. He ran up the stairs, hearing the nervousness in her voice.

His eyebrows furrowed when he noticed the mess as well, and he pushed open the door and stepped inside. They called their friends name as they walked down the hall and toward the bathroom. However, it seemed that no one was home.

Hayley froze when they reached Beverley's room, and she grabbed Bill's bicep and pulled him back. When he looked at her in confusion, she simply pointed because she was too stunned to talk. There, written in blood across the walls of the room, was 'YOU'LL DIE IF YOU TRY.'

"It has her."

They split up to divide and conquer. Bill went to make amends with Richie and the others while Hayley went to break Eddie out of prison. He had barely been allowed to leave all summer, and he had definitely not been allowed to see them. He wasn't mad, like the others, just trapped.

The Forbes girl crept around the side of the house since she knew better than to try the front door. She approached a window that had been cracked open, and she slowly peeked into the kitchen to see Eddie sitting at the table alone. His white cast was bare except for the word 'LOSER' in black Sharpie, but he had replaced the 'S' with a 'V'.

"Eddie," she whisper-yelled from the open window, trying to get his attention without letting his mother hear her. The woman could be anywhere, and she could appear at any moment.

His head snapped up at the sound of his name, and his eyes widened when he spotted the source in the window. He replied, "Hayley?"

"Eddie, it got Bev," she told him, not wasting any time as he approached her so that they could talk quietly. His mother was most likely in the other room, sitting in her chair and watching TV.

His eyebrows furrowed, unsure of what she was talking about. "What did?"

"It," she said. It had probably been months since anyone had even mentioned It. In fact, the last time he heart about it might have been when It broke his arm.

"Oh, shit," he muttered, and she expected him to look terrified. Instead, he looked determined. He glanced toward his front door, like he was wondering if he could make a run for it. "Okay, hold on."

She raised her eyebrows at him, prepared to help him climb over the sink and through the window. She figured that was safer than trying to rip him from the claws of his mom. "Need a jail break?"

"No, I got this," he assured her. "Wait out front."

THEY MET UP WITH THE OTHERS TEN MINUTES LATER. No one said a word as they all rode silently to pick up Mike and then to the house. As they stepped inside, Ben looked back and said, "Stan?" They all turned to see the boy standing outside, eyeing the entire place with a terrified look.

"Stan, we all have to go. Beverley was right," Bill explained, trying to motivate his friend. Even one of them not being there could screw everything up. "If we split up like last time, that clown will kill us, one by one, but if we stick together, all of us...we'll win. I promise."

Finally, he stepped inside, and they all proceeded down the stairs and over to the well. It was digusting and broken, and it looked exactly like the passageway to where It took all of the kids. Richie questioned, "Eddie, you got a quarter?"

"I wouldn't want to make a wish in that fucking thing," the Kaspbrak boy replied, making a face at the state of the well.

They all crowded around the well and shone their flashlights down, but it appeared to be an endless pit of darkness. "Beverly?" Ben shouted down the hole, as if the girl was just going to call back and tell them she was fine.

"How are we supposed to get down there?" Mike asked, and Hayley looked over at Bill. She could see the gears turning in his head. He looked back, and there was a long and thick rope behind them.

The Forbes girl sighed, "You have got to be kidding me." She did not have the arm strength to climb down a rope, and she definitely couldn't pull herself back up when they planned to leave.

But they grabbed the rope and lifted it up, hooking it on something hanging above the well. The rope had notches on it, like it was meant for them to find and use. Bill went first, followed by Hayley, then Eddie, then Richie, then Stan and Ben.

Mike was the only one left once they all made it to a spot in the wall that had been carved out. He was about to climb down, and they were all staring up at him when they heard his scream. He disappeared from their sight, like something had yanked him back.

"Mike! You okay!" they all shouted up, but they were shut up when the bloody face of Henry Bowers appeared at the top of the well, staring down at them.

"Bowers?"

"Fuck."

"Where is he? Where's Mike?"

And then, Henry grabbed the rope and began pulling it up. Their eyes widened as their chance of ever making it out of the well disappeared. "Mike! Leave him alone!"

"Run, Mike!" Hayley shouted, but all they could hear was the sound of yelling and struggle.

Bill frantically searched around them for any way to get back up and help his friend. "I sh-sh-sh-should get up there."

"Like hell you should," the Forbes girl countered. There was no way that she was letting him parkour up the sides of the well. They needed to help Mike, but him falling to his death was not going to help one bit.

They heard a thud and a scream, and Hayley pulled Bill out of the way just in time as Henry Bowers came flying down past them, knocking into the sides of the well as he went. Once he passed, they looked up for their friend. "Mike!"

"I'm okay," he called, and they all breathed out a sigh of relief.

As Mike dropped the rope again and began to climb down, Eddie turned around and realized that they were missing someone. "Uh, guys, where's Stan?" All of their eyes widened, and they crawled further into the tunnel. "Stanley! Stan!"

A scream ripped through the darkness, echoing off of the pipes and space around them. Hayley's heart dropped, and she started running faster, pushing whoever was in front of her to move. A light caught her attention, and she pointed and shouted, "His flashlight!"

They ran over to it, and she picked it up and shined it around, only to immediately drop it when its beam landed on a horrible sight.

A terrifying woman was holding Stan, pinning him to the ground. Rows and rows of her razor sharp teeth were plunged into his face. Hayley screamed and stumbled back into Bill, who was equally as scared as her. They all watched as the woman looked up at them before releasing the shaking boy and retreating into the darkness.

"Holy shit!" the blonde girl exclaimed, and it took her a second to process the hand gripping hers. She looked down and noticed that Bill's fingers were intertwined with hers, squeezing so hard that she thought her hand might fall off.

The moment only lasted for a second, though, because they were all stumbling toward Stan to make sure if was okay. He immediately scrambled and screamed as they reached him. "No! No! You left me, you aren't my friends. You made me go, you made me go! You made me go to Neibolt. This is your fault."

Hayley rubbed his back as he sobbed, but her attention was redirected when she noticed a small boy in a yellow rainjacket disappear around the corner. She wasn't the only one, though, because Bill was jumping to his feet, grabbing the spike he brought as a weapon.

He took off after the boy, and she immediately got up and ran after him. He had to stay with the others. He couldn't be on his own. They both knew it wasn't safe. Once she caught up to him, she grabbed his arm. "Billy, we have to stay with the others." But he had frozen. And she did too.

All of the missing kids aurrounded them, floating above their heads. The sight sent shivers down Hayley's spine. Were they dead? Could they be saved? She had no clue that there had been so many. How many of them had gone unreported?

"Beverly!" Bill shouted, and Hayley whipped around to see their friend. She was away from the others but still suspended, like she was in transition, or something. Her eyes were white, and her mouth hung open. Hayley ran over to her and began reaching up toward her. She was too high up.

She looked for Bill to help, but he had taken off again, this time around the pile of junk. She looked up at her friend and sighed. There was no way she could reach her on her own.

"I'll come back. I promise," she said, although she doubted that Beverley could hear her. She chased after Bill again and found him stopped, staring at a spot a few yards away where the spitting image of his younger brother was standing. Hayley reached out her hand and touched his shoulder gently. "Billy, he's not real. Come on, we have to get Bev."

"Georgie," was all he said.

The little boy looked so scared, so sad, so innocent, and for a moment Hayley fell for it too. She remembered baby Georgie running after her and Bill, asking if he could play. She remembered one time she helped him build a castle out of popsicle sticks, and he said she was pretty. Her heart melted when he asked, "What took you so long?"

"I was looking for you this whole time," Bill told him, and he sounded so desperate for his brother to understand that he never gave up on him.

"I couldn't find my way outta here," he muttered sadly, and he moved so that he was standing right in front of his brother. Hayley remained close but in the background, letting them have a moment but ready to jump in if things went south. "He said could have my boat back, Bill."

Bill asked, "Was she fast?"

"I couldn't keep up with it," Georgie told him sadly, shaking his head. Hayley remembered the story. It went down a drain, and the young boy must have followed it, tricked by It.

"'She', Georgie. You call boats, 'she'," Bill said, and something changed in him, like he was being brought back to reality.

"Take me home, Billy. I wanna go home," the young boy pleaded just as the others came around the corner. Bill was crying now, as he stared at his brother, but the fact that he hadn't reached for the boy, hugged him, meant that he knew that none of this was real. "I miss you. I wanna be with Mom and Dad."

"I want more than anything for you to be home, with Mom and Dad. I miss you so much," Bill told him in between sobs, and now tears were forming in Hayley's eyes. This was so very sad.

He took another step toward Georgie. They were an arm's distance away now. "I love you, Billy."

"I love you too," the older Denbrough told him, but then he shocked everyone by pulling out a gun, the one that Bowers had used against Mike, and pressing it to his brother's forehead. 'Georgie's' eyes filled with fear. "But you're not Georgie."

He pulled the trigger, and a spike shot out of the gun, right into the little boy's head.