It's Chloe. Anyone else and he would jerk away from, but he wasn't going to shove her away. Not like he would have someone else. Panting hard, his eyes wide, showing a lot of white with pupils that were blown wide from trying to see through the darkness caused by the smoke.

"Chloe. He killed him. I..." He wanted to know everything. Had it been letting the alcohol kill him in the smoke, or had Richie at nine actually killed someone.

"This is what changed everything for me and Richie," he says, almost pleading with her. "I don't want to change it. I just need to know."