Eleven

"Mike?" Richie asks, and the name stirs up something familiar in his head. Something about a farm and the quarry back in Derry. That doesn't make a lot of sense though, so he pushes the thought away.

"Richie Tozier at your service, madam," he says with an overexaggerated flourish and a bow, though he doesn't dip into a Voice at the moment. At least not yet.