"It's not like before, it's grown, a lot, and that's considering we can get in there, that place is crawling with those dogs," hopper argued. We was all gathered around at the kitchen dining table, the book with the page of the mind flayer still showing.

"Demodogs," dustin interrupted, turning around to face him.

"I'm sorry what?" Hopper asked, raising his brows angrily.

"I said uh, demodogs," dustin replied. A few huffs floated across the kitchen as he continued his special speech. "Demogorgan and dogs, like you put them together, it sound pretty badass-"

"How is this important right now?" Hopper asked, interrupting dustin. He soon realised and looked at the ground.

"It's not I'm sorry," dustin said.

"I can do it," eleven suggested. Looking up at hopper, he began to shake his head.

"You're not hearing me," hopper told her, she raised her brows.

"I'm hearing you, I can do it," she raised a voice a little to him, nodding at her words.

"Even if el can there's still another problem, if the brain dies the body dies," mike quickly pointed out.

"I thought that was the whole point?" Max added.

"It is but if we're really right about this, I mean if closes the gates and kills the mind flayer a army," mike continued.

"Will's apart of that army," lucas said.

"Closing the gate will kill him," Mike announced.

I was already standing beside Joyce, she sat on her dining chair - warm in colour, not so much her face. She had gone pale, her eyes slightly red from crying earlier. Now her eyes were glossy and tears were in the edge, she had her mouth slightly open from shock.

I almost mimicked her figure, we both couldn't let Will leave, neither could Jonathan, not anybody in this room could deal with him gone.