"That's-- that's good," Stan says, careful, remembering how she'd sounded on the phone when she'd called for help at the apartment, how they had understood a lot about her father from that call and from their time cleaning the blood from the bathroom. "I'm glad she has a good place to live now. Did she tell you much about Derry? Where we used to live?"

If anyone is going to be able to tell if an adult isn't trustworthy, he knows it's Bev. That she's chosen to live here for so long, this guy is safe, even if he's scary.

But then Hopper opens the door, and Stan can see Beverly on her bed, as fast asleep as the others, and a little sob catches in his throat. He stumbles over at a rapid pace, kneeling down beside her and taking her hand gingerly. "Bev," he whispers. "Please. Why won't any of you wake up?"