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Richie sighed as he stared blankly at the ceiling.
This can't be happening.
Is it all a dream?
No.
Is it a nightmare?
He stretched out comfortably onto a pile of pillows behind him and began to think. What can he do? What can the Losers do?
He began to get up, until a knock was heard from the doorway.
He placed his hand softly onto the knob and thought. Should he open it?
He took a chance and turned it to reveal an anxious Stan and Eddie.
"Richie!"
"Richie where the hell where you?"
He said nothing as he sat back down onto his bed. They could tell by the red marks on his face and pale, ghost like figure, something terrible had happened.
"She.... hasn't come back.... I s-saw her...."
"Where?" Stan asked eagerly.
"The sewers. It has her. The clown. It was... possessing her.... she told me that I hated her..... I need to tell her I don't.... I want her to believe me." He said as his body began to shake with grief once again.
Eddie and Stan sat down next to him and patted his back.
"It's alright. We'll find her." Eddie said reassuringly.
He looked up at him with anger.
"You guys don't get it.... this girl...is something special! She's not expendable like you guys think she is! I love her! And the fact that you guys can't get that into your thick skulls worries me." He said as he pushed their arms off him and got up.
"Well maybe we do but we just have a love struck prick of a friend that we're afraid to tell it to!" Eddie yelled as he sprung up from the bed.
Stan looked at the floor sadly.
Richie spun around.
"Y-you... you like her too?"
They both nodded their heads.
"Bill too."
He sat down at his desk.
There was a long silence. As sounds of the door opening and slamming filled the house. Soon, Mike, Ben, Beverly, and Bill had all flooded into the room at once.
They noticed the angry looks on their silent faces as Bill began to ask Eddie.
"You t-told-"
Eddie nodded angrily and turned around.
"L-listen Richie, I don't w-want to make you s-sad, or f-feel like we are c-co-competing."
Richie slammed his foot furiously.
"Listen up assholes! I don't care who likes who, you can all have a crush on her for Petes sake, I don't care! All that matters to me right now is the fact that we need to find her, and make sure she's not dead!"
They all nodded in agreement as they sprinted out of the room, and headed for the front door.
"All right! The first part of the plan is figuring out where she is, and how we get to her."
They had already made it to the hideout.
"Well I saw her a-" Richie began to say, but was interrupted by the sound of violent sobbing, they all sprang around as they tried to identify where it was coming from.
Bill was the first to see it.
He walked thru the bushes to see a weak, thin, white, and depressed Sarah sitting on the log.
"SARAH!" He yelled as he ran to her. She looked up, scared and her frown dropped, to leave a light smile.
"Guys.... you... found me." She said slowly and quietly, because that's all she could muster without passing out.
Richie grabbed her hand and swung it over his and Bill's shoulder as they made their way back to their street.
