Remember. | A Sequel to Wonder. | A Stanley Uris FanFiction. | IT 2019.

3. The Meeting of The Losers' Club.

"Stanley Uris speaking."

"It's Mike," the deep voice peered through.

"I'm sorry?"

"Mike Hanlon, from Derry."

There was a pause, before Stanley continued. "Mike. God, sorry. Yes, hi," he stammered. "I did- I don't know why I didn't, uh," his voice began shaking. "How long's it been?"

"A long time," Mike sighed. "27 years."

Stanley stood up and began pacing, "It's come back, hasn't It? That's why you're calling me?"

"It's starting again, Stan. Bad things are happening."

"Di-Did you call the others? Caus-I mean, what if they don't come?" His voice and expression was of pure fear as the memories came flashing back, the bad memories.

"We made a promise, remember? How soon can you get here?"

"Um, well, I- Yeah, I would need to do a few things-"

"Tomorrow," Mike insisted. "We don't have much time. I'll text you everything you need. I'll see you soon, Stan the Man."

Stanley hung up the phone and he could see his hands trembling. He can't go back, not again. He knew what he must do. It's the only way. He turned his phone to silent so that the calls would immediately go to voicemail, and he made his way to his home office, ready to write his goodbyes. He picked up his pen and a memory came flashing back.

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"Wanna know something, wonderboy?"

Andie and Stanley were laying on their picnic mat by the quarry. They had been together for almost a year at that time.

"What?"

"I still think about it," she answered.

"About what?"

"It."

"I do, too. I still get nightmares," he confessed.

Andie jolted up to look at him. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't know, it's not important, I guess," he shrugged.

"It is. If you ever feel scared, promise you'll tell me?"

"I promise," he smiled.

Andie took Stanley's hand in hers and gave it a squeeze.

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He took a deep breath just as his phone light up, a notification had came in. It was a voicemail, from an unknown number from California. He didn't know anyone in California, unless if it was a client of his, but they would know to call his work phone, not personal. Intrigued, he clicked on it, and he felt his whole body softening upon the voice that peered through.

"Stan, uh, it's me, An-Andrea. I was hoping to catch you, but it's fine, I guess. Do you, do you remember the two birds? You said you'll come back. Stan, pl-Don't be a liar."

"Andie," he whispered.

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Andrea had been in a plane for almost 6 hours, from Los Angeles to Portland, Maine. Sheila had called a driver for her to take her to Derry, where she'll be staying at the townhouse. As soon as Derry came to view, the familiar summer breeze filled the air, and Andrea can't help but lower down the windows to feel it once more. When night soon arrived, Andrea had called a cab to bring her over to the restaurant she was supposed to go. She took a step out of the car after paying the driver and thanking him, and she can't help but feel something foul and sickening growing in her stomach. She ignored the feeling and stepped inside, where she was met with the hostess.