Hopper
I sneak into the lab when someone opens the door to leave. I creep through the hallways, cautious not to be seen. When I hear voices, I duck into a room and wait for the scientists to pass. I keep walking and come to the plastic curtain. I unzip it and enter. I continue down the hallway and find another door, which is locked. Next to the door is a device where you are most likely supposed to swipe a keycard.

Two guns cock behind me. "Hands up. Hands up!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa," I say, turning around with my hands in the air. 

"Forget all the cameras, bub?" one of the guys asks. 

"Look, Dr. Brenner asked for me specifically, okay?" I lie. "How else do you think I got in here?"

"What's your name again?"

"It's Jim Hopper! Chief Jim Hopper!"

The man takes out a walkie-talkie. "Yeah, I've got Jim Hopper—"

I punch the guy unconscious and take his gun, aiming at the other. I grab his gun, too, and grab the keycard on his shirt. "You mind if I borrow this?" I rip it off him and unlock the door, the gun pointed at him until I'm inside the two doors. I shoot and disable the keycard slit on this side.

"Will?" I call,  exploring the hallway. It's dark and I shine my flashlight down the hall and into different rooms, calling his name continuously. I walk into a room that looks like it could be a child's room. There's a small bed and a matted stuffed lion, and a stick figure drawing on the wall of a little boy and a taller man with what seemed to be a cat on a table. Next to the man is written "Papa" and above the boy is two lines, II, maybe, or 11. All I know is maybe it's Will's. 

I continue down the hallway, calling his name. There's an alarm sounding in the distance. I come to an elevator and press the button. When it opens, I enter and it closes before the guards can reach me. When the elevator reaches the bottom floor and the door opens, I step out. The room is dark, as is the rest of the building. White specs roam the air. I call his name. The lights further into the room flicker. I cough through the thick air. I find something strange at the end of the hallway.

"What the hell?"

There's something on the wall . . . that kind of looks like a nest or something. It pulses and lets off this eerie red glow. I feel the stringy, slimy material and something dashes behind me. I shine my flashlight around and there's nothing there . . . until two men in suits capture me, probably not too happy I snuck into their little lab experience here.

Joyce
Lonnie pours me a drink and tells me to drink it. "It'll calm your nerves. Help you think straight, yeah?"

"I don't know what to do," I say. 

"I know. I know," he says.

"This whole time . . . I . . . I could . . . I could feel him," I snivel. "He was . . . He was so close. He was . . . He was right here. I knew he was alive. Our hands . . . Our hands were almost touching. Now it's like I . . . uh . . . God, it's like I can't feel him anymore." I glance at him. "Don't look at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like how everybody is looking at me. Like I'm out of my damn mind."

"Hey. You're not gonna like this, but I think you need to seriously consider the possibility that all this . . . It's in you're head. You remember your Aunt Darlene?"

"No. No, this is not that."

"I mean,  when something like this happens, your mind makes up stuff for you to cope, you know? I mean, Jesus, tomorrow there's a funeral for our little boy and you're saying his body is fake. He's in the wall. I mean, how do you explain that? It just doesn't make sense, does it? At least go talk to a shrink, or . . . What about Pastor Charles, or someone—"

"I don't— They can't help."

"Joyce, you just told me that Will is gone. What else is there to do?"

I frustratedly down my cup and fill it up again. After a few more, Jonathan comes through the front door. 

"Hey, kid," Lonnie says.

"What's going on?" he asks. 

"You're dad's, uh, gonna stay here tonight on the couch," I explain. 

"Yeah, I'll be here as long as you need me, okay?" Lonnie says. "How are you holding up?" 

Jonathan rips back the curtain covering the hole in the wall. "What happened?"

"Don't worry about that," Lonnie says.

"Mom . . . that thing you saw before. Did it come back?"

"Jonathan, that's enough," Lonnie says.

"Can we talk? Alone?"

(Y/N)
"What was Will saying?" Mike asks.

"Like home, like home . . . But dark?" I say.

"And empty," Lucas adds. 

"Empty and cold . . . Wait, did he say cold?" Dustin asks. 

"I don't know. The stupid radio kept going in and out," Lucas says. 

"It's like riddles in the dark," Dustin says.

"Like home. Like his house?" Mike says.

"Or like Hawkins," I suggest.

"Upside Down," El mutters. 

"What'd she say?" Lucas asks.

"Upside Down," Mike repeats. 

"What?" Lucas asks.

"Upside Down," I say, and something hits me, and I think it hits Mike too.

The game board.

"When El showed us where Will is, she flipped the board, remember?" Mike says, sitting at the table. He flips the board again, and then again.

"Upside Down," I say again. "Dark. Empty."

"Do you understand what they're saying?"  Lucas asks Dustin. 

"No," Dustin says.

"Come on, guys, think about it," Mike says. "When El took us to find Will, she took us to his house, right?"

"Yeah, and he wasn't there," Lucas says. 

"But maybe he was," I say. "Maybe we just couldn't see him. Maybe he was on the other side."

"What if this is Hawkins . . . ," Mike says, flipping the board. He flips it again and, "and this is where Will is."

"The Upside Down," I conclude.

"Like the Vale of Shadows," Dustin says. 

We dig out our handbook and Dustin flips to the Vale of Shadows and reads off it, "'The Vale of Shadows is a dimension that is a dark reflection or echo of our world. It is a place of decay and death. A plane out of phase. A place of monsters. It is right next to you and you don't even see it.'"

"An alternate dimension," Mike says. 

"But . . . how . . . How do we get there?" Lucas asks. 

"You cast Shadow Walk," Dustin says. 

"In real life, dummy."

"We can't shadow walk, but . . ." He glances at El. "Maybe she can."

We look at her. "Do you know how to get there?" Mike asks. "The Upside Down?"

She shakes her head.

"Oh, my God," Lucas says. 

Jonathan
"You need to leave."

"Look, I know you're upset," he says. "We all are. But you need to listen to me. Your mom is sick. Really sick."

"Yeah, well, you being here, you're just making things worse, like always."

"Worse?"

"Yeah!"

"She took down that wall with an axe. She said that Will was inside and that he's talking to her."

"Yeah. Maybe he was."

"This isn't some kind of joke. Your mom was half frozen to death when I got here. Trembling, scared out of her mind. You come in here and you start feeding into her hallucinations or whatever the hell you want to call it; you're gonna push her right over the edge. You hear me? Look, I'm on your side. I'm here to help. I'm gonna make things better around here for all of us."

I scoff. "Thank God you're here."

"Do me a favor. At the funeral tomorrow, just behave. If not for me, for your mother." He points at my Evil Dead poster. "Take that down. It's inappropriate."

I glare at his back as he leaves my room.

Third Person
"Ah! Dad, you're . . . you're choking me," Mike says as his father ties a tie around his neck and buttons his shirt. 

"It's supposed to be a little tight. You look good."

Karen zips up Nancy's black dress. "Here we go. You look nice, sweetie. Anything else? You can borrow my black heels. The ones you wore to Cathy's birthday."

Nancy shakes her head. "I'm fine. Thanks."

(Y/N) looks at herself in her bathroom mirror, staring at her reflection. The girl on the other side's eyes are glossy with tears and (Y/N)'s unsure if she recognizes her.

Chester {THE DOG'S NAME IS CHESTER!!!} settles in Castle Byer's, missing his friend Will. 

Jonathan fumbles his necktie with many failed attempts at tying it. 

Joyce sits on Will's bed when Lonnie comes in, dressed in a suit. "Come on. Time to go." He holds his hand out to her and she hesitantly takes it. 

.^.^.^.^.

"Fear not, for I am with you," Pastor Charles says. "Be not dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you. Yes, I will help you. I will uphold you with my righteous right hand. It's times like these that our faith is challenged. How, if He is truly benevolent . . . could God take from us someone so young, so innocent? It would be easy to turn away from God . . . but we must remember that nothing, not even tragedy, can separate us from His love."

Dustin nudges (Y/N), Mike, and Lucas, and gestures toward Jennifer Hayes, who had tears falling from her eyes. 

"Just wait until we tell Will that Jennifer Hayes was crying at his funeral," Dustin says.

A jealous pretends to not notice and scoff at the pastor out of her atheism. 

At the end of it all, some throw roses over the casket in the ground. Others greet Lonnie and Joyce, giving their condolences, but Joyce's mind is on other matters.

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