When Ben Hanscom finished the story of the silver slugs, they wanted to talk, but Mike told them he wanted them all to get some sleep. “You’ve had enough for now,” he said, but Mike was the one who looked as if he had had enough; his face was tired and drawn, and Beverly thought he looked physically ill. “But we’re not done,” Eddie said. “What about the rest of it? I still don’t remember—” “Mike’s r-r-right,” Bill said. “Either we’ll remember or we w-won’t. I think we w-will. We’ve remembered all that we nuh-need to.” “Maybe all that’s good for us?” Richie suggested. Mike nodded. “We’ll meet tomorrow.” Then he glanced at the clock. “Later today, I mean.” “Here?” Beverly asked. Mike shook his head slowly. “I suggest we meet on Kansas Street. Where Bill used to hide his bike.” “We’re going down into the Barrens,” Eddie said, and suddenly shivered. Mike nodded again. There was a moment of quiet while they looked around at each other.
