Eddie really hasn't had much time to process... anything that happened to him lately. It's been a few months since the divorce was granted, sure, but he'd thrown himself into work to distract from thinking much about it and the fact that he'd ended up living with his mother again.

Then he'd spent the last week of his life rushing back to Derry, remembering huge swathes of his childhood that used to be fuzzy blanks, and fighting a monster. No time to process any of that before he was dead.

And he'd done it all over again once accepting the white-haired woman's offer, hadn't he? Just thrown himself into a useful job for the excuse that he had to do well and couldn't spare the time to think about the recent past.

He looks up again, and it's a surprise how much cleaning Angel's gotten done.

"I'm sorry. Brooding over all this crap; that was rude of me."