"I don't, either," Beverly says, her voice hushed in turn. She glances down as she speaks to the scar on her other hand, the one she only barely remembers getting. It's kind of scary how much is just gone, or mostly faded, or hard to summon up. Scarier still is wondering how much more would be lost if she didn't have a few of her friends here, even if Eddie is right and it should be all of them. At least the ones who are here have each other. Fuck, at least Richie is okay, though she can't quite shake off the weight of that loss.

"Things come back to me sometimes, but it's... not all there."