"Bob newby, superhero," Bob told joyce as he and hopper fled into the dangerous corridors that showed no light from the powercut. Mike sat next to me, leaning against the lockers. Continuously, crossing his legs over again, suiting what position he should stay in, staring at the black screens that dissent show anything apart from a faint reflection of everybody in the room.

I crossed my arms over my knees that pressed against my chest, staring up to Will unconscious body. Flashbacks blinked in my mind. Five kids standing behind a fire truck watching their friend being lifted out of the water, one ridding away and wiping tears from his eyes, the two girls sharing a bond and the remanding four ride home together and cried to their parents.

We've come a long way munchkin, I told myself, smiling weakly, feeling the small drop of salty water fall down my cheek. I love you.

The lights flicked back on, filling the room with light, beaming onto every bodies skin, showing the small details of everyones faces and clothing.

"He did it," Hopper muttered to himself, looking at the cameras, seeing bob in the control room. "The son of a bitch really did it," Hopper smirked.

well what can I say? bob newby superhero.