Trips. (Angst, Action.)

Deja-vu.

Hiking their way back to the hotel, the six Losers are cautious of their surroundings. They were scared that more kids would be disappearing just around the corner.

They made their slow way back to the hotel, talking about the whole thing on the way. They were scared.

"Okay, but, just saying, if we do fight this thing again, it'd be kind of hard to find It's lair. It's a pretty big town, after all, and Derry's practically a quarter of this size," Beverly said as they walked.

"You're not wrong.. maybe.. It'll lead us to It? I-I don't know. Just kinda anxious about how this whole thing is gonna go down," Ben offered.

"Do we have to do this? I agree with what Richie said, this is unfair to us. We jus wanted a simple vacation away from this problem," Stanley said.

"I've said it once and I'll say it again. I want to run towards something. Not away. If we don't do anything about It, we might've accidentally brought It here," Beverly said.

Everyone tensed. "I don't want to be the reason kids here go missing, too," Eddie stood.

"Ss-speaking of Richie, w-where'd he go?" Bill asked.

"He probably found an arcade of some sort, honestly," Eddie shrugged.

"Well, I honestly don't think that if we have this thing going around, we should be letting our friend wander around the streets of Cali alone," Mike piped in.

"Right. We should look for him before.. It.. takes him," Eddie spoke up.

"I agree," Beverly said. She took a deep breath. "Soo, arcade?"

"Yeah," Eddie mumbled. "Where are we gonna find one?"

"Google maps?" Ben suggested, grabbing his phone from his pocket.

The Losers made their way over to the nearest arcade, following off of Ben's phone.

Richie sat on the ground weakly, legs pulled up to his chest and head in his knees, which he had his arms wrapped around. His face throbbed, but he didn't care. Henry could do worse than this asshole.

He sniffed and lifted his head, realizing his nose was still bleeding profusely. He sighed and wiped it, dropping his arm once again.

'Guess the arcade here isn't a good place to clear your mind, either,' Richie thought to himself as he held up a finger under his nose to catch the blood.

He decided to stand, using the wall for support and making his way back to the hotel. Upon his arrival, he managed to go back in without being stopped by random people. For the most part, Richie hid his face.

Using the elevator, the boy made his way to the third floor, towards their room, unlocked it, and slipped inside. He plopped on his bed and yell-groaned into his pillow.

"This is supposed to be a good, fun vacation!" he cried out. Richie huffed and flipped onto his back he grabbed his phone and settled on watching Netflix for the remainder of the time.

Riding to the only arcade location, the losers looked for Richie. He was no where to be seen. They walked in and looked around, and Beverly and Bill went up to some random kid.

"Hey, uh, did you happen to see some guy, looks around thirteen-fourteen, big glasses, black curly hair?" Beverly asked the boy. He shrugged.

"Yeah. What about it?"

"Do you know where he went?" she asked hopefully. The boy snickered.

"I dunno. Last time I saw him, he was getting kicked outta here," the boy said, placing another chip between his lips and snacking on it.