[ And Richie is there to keep as firm a grip on Eddie's hands as he can. He understands; they all do. They know that fucker is dead and yet the trauma of all that shit doesn't go away so easily, does it? ]

It's dead, Eds. I swear, okay? We killed the fucker. We killed it.

[ He has to repeat himself and say it sharply, hoping it'll get through as he does so. ]

We're still in Derry, and we haven't seen anything else after the house disappeared. Like the whole damn thing is gone. Nothing left.