She smiles at his response, and she doesn’t doubt that level of responsibility he has waiting for him. After all, even without realizing exactly who Bill Denbrough was, she knew of his popularity. The notoriety if his name. “That’s right. Big movie in the works, right?”

She had seen a blurb about it on the news, had been excited to see the movie adaptation of his book. Because, even without knowing who he was, she had been drawn to his work after so many raving reviews, so many discussions among her staff about the ending. She had needed to read it for herself to find out, and she had been looking forward to the adaptation to see who would win - the writer or Hollywood.

It’s surreal, that said writer is Bill. They’re both grown now, but with all the memories back in place now, he’s no longer just that writer she had read about. He’s Bill.

Shifting her position so that she can lean against the railing, she ponders the question for a moment before she shrugs slightly, breathing out a chuckle. “You know... I don’t know. I’m leaving, I’m not staying long term. But I need to figure out where I’m going to, before I actually book that flight.”