Richie's heart is beating in his ears and he's trying to keep his breath quiet, but it's easier said than done. He starts shaking without realizing and he feels like he's going to throw up.

It's going to get Eddie.

Richie's shakes his head no, once, twice, and realizes he can't stop shaking it. He can't remember the details, but the feeling of dread reminds him of Neibolt. This is something else, something just as fucked up, but all he can think of is that first time they went in, and how it felt.

The creature moves like something unnatural behind Eddie, inching closer as he shakes his head.

Richie can't let his happen. He has to do something, anything, but he doesn't know what.