"Thank you," says Stan, trying to keep his voice from sounding as small as he feels, following Hopper down the hallway. "I'm Stanley Uris. Stan. I'm from. I'm From Derry, too. Like Beverly. We were friends there, except I guess now she's-- they're all older than me now." He thinks he might be babbling a little, but he really wants Hopper to know that Beverly means so much to him, to all of them.

In a very respectful way.

"Maybe that's why it didn't take me too, whatever it is," he adds, very quietly. He wants to wring his hands, but there's a scabby scar forming on the palm of one.