(Eddie's gone quiet, listening closely. He nods with a quiet, somber understanding because yeah, he had important people too. It makes him think automatically of Bill, of Richie. The other Losers, of course, but those two had always had a special sort of place nestled in him.)

I don't think I know a Mike here. But I can try and keep an eye out for him if you want?

(He did like to keep track of what kids were around.

Eleven was a strange name, and one that he instantly makes a face at, but he quickly accepts it because twelve year olds were just good at things like that. He shakes his head.)

No, I've been alone here for a month.

(Well, not literally alone. There were decent people here, but he had been here without his friends for a month.)