They arrived at the barrens not long after they had gone. The sky was hidden by the luscious green leaves of oak trees and shrubbery as they each made their way down along the narrow path to the river bank. ‟Sooo.‟ Richie sighed as he walked behind Eddie to meet the others beside the stream. ‟What today Big Bill?‟ Richie picked up a rock and threw it into the river. Bill opened his mouth to speak, but before he could utter a sound, Eddie interrupted him. ‟So could someone please point out the poison ivy for me, because if my mom figures out I have a rash because of it, she will start wondering where I have been.‟

‟That's poison ivy,‟

Stan pointed to a bush covered in berries.

‟And that's poison ivy,‟

he pointed at a tall vine of shrubbery.

‟And that's poison ivy-‟
‟Where? Where's the poison ivy?‟
‟Not every f**king plant is poison ivy, Stanley.‟

Richie said. Stan frowned and lowered his eyes to his feet. Bill opened his mouth to speak again. ‟W-w-well, I br-brought us all d-down here because I wuh-wanted to check the sewers f-for s-s-s-signs of George-Georgie.‟ when they arrived at the opening of the large tunnel, Bill and Richie stepped into it and began to slosh around. Their shoes were bound to be filled with water by now. Richie grabbed a rotting stick out o the corner of the opening, and decided to use it as something to bother Eddie with. Bill switched on his flashlight and began to look around. The reflection of the light on the water was dancing and rippling playfully on the tunnel walls. Stan noticed a few traces of mud on his shoes. This triggered his OCD, and made him feel uncomfortably anxious. ‟Aren't you guys coming in?‟ Richie asked and shoved the stick he had found under the water and picked up a wad of rotting garbage. ‟Uh-uh. It's greywater.‟ Eddie shook his head and crossed his arms. ‟What the hell's greywater?‟ Richie asked, feeling slightly annoyed. Eddie sighed. ‟It's basically p**s and s**t, i'm just telling you. You guys are splashing around in millions of gallons of Derry pee, so. What're you- are you serious?!‟ Richie held the trash up to his nose and sniffed it.

‟Doesn't smell like caca to me, senior.‟
‟Okay, I can smell that from here.‟
‟Its probably just your breath wafting back into your face.‟

Stanley sighed and rolled his eyes. Bill ignored them and pushed things around under the water with his foot. Eddie scoffed.

"Have you ever heard of a staph infection?"
"Oh, i'll show you a staph infection." Richie laughed.
"Oh my god, so unsanitary! You're literally, this is literally like something inside of a toilet bowl right now. And have you ever heard of listeria- augh!"

Richie threw the wad of trash at Eddie. He shrieked and stumbled backwards.

"My mom will have an aneurysm, okay! If she finds out we were playing down here, i'm serious!"
"Guys!"

It was Bill He was holding up a drenched shoe with the laces untied. The fabric was tinted and orange, yellow as if it had been a titanium white.

"Dont tell me thats-"
"Georgie wore galoshes."

Stan nodded and looked around at the others. Bill peered inside it to see if a name had been written on it. Sure enough, Bill found a name written in wobbly handwriting under the tongue of the shoe. "It's Betty Ripsom's." he said quietly and tossed it back into the water. "Do you think she's still here?" Stan asked, feeling stupid after what Richie had said next. "Why? D you think she'd be hopping around in these tunnels with only one frickin shoe?" Stan scoffed and crossed his arms. A childish cackle came echoing from somewhere deep inside the tunnels. It bounced off of the walls for a while, then went completely silent. "What was that?" Eddie asked and took a step backwards.

"W-w-we should get ow-out."
"Good thinking, Big Bill."

Richie sighed and nodded. Stanley looked over at Eddie. He was just about as scared as the rest of them.