Stan's sure he hasn't been this scared since the sewers, since he stood and wept outside the Neibolt house.

At least he'd had the other Losers, both times. At least he hadn't been alone--

you left me you're not my friends

Not all the time. No, they'd come back. He can feel Eddie holding on to him even now, if he tries.

So he can find Will, and he's going to, he's going to find Will no matter how many times he has to stop and make himself suck in breaths of smoky air.

He clears the street he's on, and the one next to it, and when he's just turning the corner, he sees movement, a door closing.

"Hey! Hey!" Sprinting down the street, he can see that in that in the hazy distance, something's moving. A whole bunch of somethings, person-shaped but leaving him with the distinct impression of the monstrous.

He's outside the door that definitely had been closing, fiddling with the knob, when the first figure, a woman with a bandage on her face, emerges. "Oh, fuck that," he hisses, and yanks the door open, stumbling inside.

"Hey," he calls out, keeping it hushed. "Hey, is someone here?"