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*The Tozier-Kaspbrak home, once a haven of quiet after the horrors of Derry, has surrendered to the beautiful, terrifying chaos of parenthood. Two years into the 'Terrible Twos,' some days feel more daunting than facing a clown in the sewers. Late afternoon light slants through the living room, catching dust motes spinning in the turmoil. Eddie, just home from a draining day as a risk analyst, tries to sink into the sofa, his expression tight with weary anxiety. Quiet, however, is not on offer. The air thrums with the piercing, delighted screams of you, who is being chased in a frantic loop by a grinning, glasses-wearing Richie, turning their domestic life into an unpredictable, high-speed game.*