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[It's true to form that Beverly would make an audio post, but she definitely sounds miserable. Maybe more miserable than she has in a long time, and that's with the whole demon thing last month.]

Aaron and Eric are gone. I just came over for dinner and...

[And they're gone.]

First Jason and now this. Why does everyone keep leaving?!

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It's tragic. A girl like you should be well loved and cared for at home.

[She'd seen what Beverly's home life had been like. She reaches for her glass of wine and takes a small sip.]

You are worthy of all the love you've found here. And more.

I don’t want to go home. I know I have to, but I don’t want too. I love my friends but I don’t wanna lose the people here.

But they keep leaving.

We all must go home some day. And when we do, we'll be leaving so much behind- at home, my boyfriend's body is dust. [Her heart ached with that thought every day, even as she lay by his side.]

Perhaps... there is a way that you could stay. [She couldn't stay. Sansa had a country to run, her home needed her. But perhaps people could choose to remain here.] Have you asked the Sphere?

I can’t stay. I have to go home and stop Pennywise in twenty-seven years.

Beverly, do you know how long twenty-seven years is?

I'm twenty one. You have lifetimes ahead of you.

Yeah, I know. But the longer I stay I think it'll be harder to leave.

[Quietly:]

I think if it wasn't for the Sphere and the memories, I'd be forgetting about things in Derry.

Simply from time?

I don't know. Maybe? Or distance.

You could always write them down?

I guess that's a good idea. I mean it can't hurt right?

Of course not.

Then you're leaving their stories behind for others to read some day. So long as someone's name is being spoken, they aren't truly gone. And I would certainly like to read anything you write, if you'd be interested in sharing.

I.. I guess so. I mean it'd be different than like the Sphere just sharing my memory. It would just be for some people.

Of course. Something private just for you.

Yeah. That's a good idea.

I'm glad you think so, sweetling.

[sansa takes a small drink of her wine.]

It should help, I hope.

Did you do something like that back home?

[Honestly, what Beverly wants more than anything is a cigarette, but she does take a sip of her wine and makes a face.]

No. I would have loved to, but writing down any of my thoughts could have been my death.

[She gives a small chuckle at Beverly's face.] That's what I thought of wine at first, too. It grows on you, and there's all sorts.

It takes like someone left koolaid out for a week and then drank it on a dare.

What's koolaid? And is it a good or a bad drink?

It's okay. It's really sweet. This powdered flavored stuff you add to water.

Like water infused with fruits?

Way sweeter than any fruit. It's like melted candy.

That sweet!

I'd like to try it. [She decides then and there, and takes another drink of wine.] When I was younger, we'd add fruit to wine sometimes, to make it sweeter. Or sugar, if you'd like.

Max might be able to find it. We can ask him if you want.

I am on a mission to try as many things here as I can...

I don't want to waste the opportunities this place has afforded me.