Now Richie saw a silk jacket. It was black with orange piping-the Derry
High School colors.
There was no zipper on the thing's jacket; instead there were big fluffy orange buttons,
like pompoms. The other thing was worse. It was the other thing that made him feel as if he mighl
faint, or just give up & let it kill him. A name was stitched on the jacket in gold thread, the kind of
thing you could get done down at Machen's for a buck if you wanted it.
Stitched on the bloody left breast of the Werewolf s jacket, stained but readable, were the words
RICHIE TOZIER.
The Werewolf whirled around. Ben observed with that same lunatic clarity that It was wearing
faded Levi Strauss bluejeans. The seams had split open. A snot-caked red bandanna, the sort a
train-man might carry, hung from one back pocket. Written on the back of Its silver & orange
high school jacket were the words DERRY HIGH SCHOOL KILLING TEAM. Below this, the name
PENNYWISE. & in the center, a number: 13
that's from the two werewolf encounters, first with just richie and bill, then with everyone