I heard shuffling when my eyes were closed, I just figured it was Will tossing around in his bed but that's when I heard a pile of books fall over, my eyes shot open I sat up and saw the morning sky outside and Will beginning to pick the books up.

"Morning," he said, he now was wearing his blue stripes pyjama bottoms and his moms jumper was still on my the hostpital gown was creased up on his bed. I rubbed my right eye and tucked my hair behind my ear.

"Morning," I giggled and got out of the sleeping bag helping Will pick the books up too. "What you doing knocking books over?" I asked, stacking the three books I had piled in my arms on his drawing table.

"I was just trying to see outside," he said, pointing out the window. It had been snowing over night and it was still going. I could feel myself smiling as I stared at the white on the ground.

"(Y/n)?" Will asked, looking to me. I turned him and he had a sort of worried look on his face, I stopped smiling.

"Yeah?" I replied.

"The snowballs in a month," he said and I immediately knew what he was going to say. "Would you like to go with me?" He asked me. I smiled bigger and nodded.

"I will," I said and jumped over him, hugging him tightly. He hugged me back and rest his head on my shoulder.

"Um I have something for you," he said and let go of the hug, he looked inside his draw and pulled a folded of paper out. It was a drawing of me, the one he drew last year, with me in a... dress. Oh I do have some lovely memories of me in a dress.

"It's gorgeous Will!" I said, staring at the sheet and the star printed dress coloured in with crayons.

"I'm glad you like it," he said. I stood up and put the paper in my bag, folding it back in its already folded shape.

"Let's go make some breakfast," I said and held out me hand, he took it and we walked down the corridor and saw all the kids still asleep. I let go to go grab bowls but stopped when I see the milk on the ground... And the lettuce, and the butter, basically everything that could possibly be in the fridge. I swung open the fridge door, a demodog flying out of the door and into the pile of food that was in the fridge.

"What the hell is that!" Will yelled, standing back at the demodog.

"Who the fuck put a demodog in the fridge?" I yelled, looking at the group in the living room, still asleep. "Hey, assholes," I said, clapping my hands, mike, dustin and lucas all fidgeted.

"(Y/n), what going on?" Mike said, stretching out his arms.

"There's a demodog in the fridge is what's going on," I replied. Will sat at the dining table, leaning in his hand.

"Me and Steve put it in there," Dustin said, yawning.

"Okay great, well you lot aren't getting no breakfast then," I said and walked to the pile on the ground picking the creature up. "Unless you want this cooked," the three boys scrunched there noses and started to fall asleep again.

"I'm good," Dustin said.

"So where should we put it now?" I asked.

"I mean, we can't necessarily burry it, if we do it'll be discovered twenty years later and we can't have that," dustin said and stood up walking to Steve in a chair, slapping his cheeks. "Hey sleep face, wake up," steve started waking up and looked up at the demodog.

"Shit, did you explain it to mrs byers?" He asked, looking to Dustin.

"What? No, where should we put this thing?" He asked, Steve shrugged.

"I don't know, you're the genius here, it'll rot away someday and just be ashes," he told Dustin.

"Yeah in like twenty years time," He asked again.

"So we could burry it cause then scientist won't discover it," I said, still holding the thing in my hands.

"Okay but then where?" Steve said.

"The same place we tried to kill them," Lucas spoke up.

"Okay, let's go," Steve said, getting up and taking the dog from my hands. "And dickhead, you're coming with me," he said looking over to Dustin. He groaned and rolled his eyes following Steves path opening the back door and leaving the house quietly, walking into mirkwood and off to the empty car park.