Third person point of view...

Eleven slowly walked toward the giant pool. It had been in the same place with the exact same setup before she defeated the Demogorgon.

That was a fact.

In this dimension, everything that is in it stands in the same place that it did in the first world when whoever had entered it, entered it.

Meaning - Since the sensory deprivation tank had been there when Eleven was transported into this dimension, it is here now, even though months had passed since it was put there originally, and had since then in the first world been taken down.

Eleven walked around it a few times, examining. Everything looked the same about it.

She contemplated. Maybe through this somehow, she could get to Mike, and right now, that's all she wants. She wants to be at home with Mike. She wants to go back so he can keep all of him promises which she never forgot about, but instead held close to her heart.

Eleven sat down next to the kiddy pool and thought. Even if this couldn't take her to Mike, it could let her see and talk to him. Sure, she could talk to him, but she wanted to see him, even if it was only for a matter of seconds - and that made her decision.

Eleven grabbed ahold of the intercom that she took with her everywhere now with both of her hands. Moving one, she carefully moved the antenna upward so it could extend as far as it could and set it down in front of her. After, she slowly stood up and faced the pool. She closed her eyes then inhaled deeply, having an exhale follow. She looked down at the comfortable clothes she was wearing and sighed, knowing the current circumstance would ruin them (at least temporarily). Listening to all of the things telling Eleven not to do this, she stepped into the pool, sat first, then let her self float with her eyes closed, and did it anyways.

Seconds later, Eleven opened her eyes and found herself in the presence of black oblivion, which was not what she wanted to see. She started to turn around to face the opposite direction, and that's where she struck gold. A short (yet at the same time, far) distance ahead of her lie Michael Wheeler. His eyes were shut and his hands rested under his head. He was asleep. However, that didn't stop Eleven, and if it were the other way around, it would do anything but stop Mike. So Eleven ran to him.

As soon as El was able to approach Mike, she began to shake him as an attempt to wake him, and he did wake. His eyes fluttered open and immediately squinted soon after if disbelief. "E-El?" His quiet voice questioned. Eleven, in pure joy and bliss nodded as she almost sobbed with happiness. "It's me, Mike," Eleven said to him, grabbing one of his hands with the both of hers. Mike instantly sat up in excitement. "Eleven! Oh my Go- wait..." he cut himself off, looking around. "Wha-" "The bath, Mike. I'm in the bath," Eleven explained, interrupting Mike. He didn't say anything in return, as if he understood, but just didn't know how to react too it. However, Mike's facial expressions soon changed from being overjoyed to sad and confused.

"Eleven, I want to bring you home. I want you to come back and live with me again and we can do all kinds of things like I said we could. I just need to figure out how," Mike said, biting his lip and looking down at the water-like ground they were on. Eleven sighed and looked down just as he did. "I don't know," she whispered. "El?" Mike asked, gaining her attention. "Yes, Mike?" Eleven responded. "Do you think that you could use enough power so that if I got in a bath over here at the same time that you got in your bath, we can find each other through here? And then, like, maybe I can pull you out," Mike rambled, mainly talking to himself instead of Eleven, making sure he told the theory correctly.

Eleven had thought about that for a minute. She didn't know any way at all that she could possibly return home, but Mike did. Mike had his idea, and if there was no other idea, then they would have to try their only possibility.

Eleven thought about her power. She thought about the strength within herself. If she could do this through the bathtub, what more is assisting someone else in it? It isn't the same as killing a monster or trying to contact someone on a different dimension. This, what she was doing right now, was a brain game, and though it wouldn't be easy to drag Mike into this limbo with her, it wouldn't be as hard as evaporating an inter-dimensional demon.

That's why she agreed.

After that was settled, Mike pulled Eleven into a hug, wrapping his arms around her. Though Eleven still didn't quite understand that concept, she knew she felt safe when it was in the process, so she copied Mike and wrapped her arms around him, as well.

"Mike?" She asked as they let go of their embrace. "Yeah?" Mike responded, holding either of her hands in either of his own. "What is this?" Eleven asked, and before Mike could ask what she meant, she kissed him.

But obviously, Eleven didn't realize what she was truly doing. In her eyes, all she was doing was imitating what Mike had did to her when she was last with him.

Her lips remained on his for a few seconds before El pulled away from Mike. She liked when they did that. More like loved, really. She didn't know what it was, but she loved it.

Mike was shocked. His face turned a deep crimson as he bit his lip, trying to find proper words to say, if he could pull himself together enough to say anything.

"Uhm, well, th-that's called a k-kiss," Mike said. "K-Kiss?' El repeated in a questioning tone. Mike chuckled a little. "No, I'm sorry, not k-kiss. It just called a kiss," he said again. He was still blushing like an idiot. "It's something that people that really, really like each other do," Mike explained further. "More than friend?" Eleven asked. Mike nodded as his blush finally started to fade as a smile appeared on his face. "A lot more than a friend. And it's even more special if you feel really happy doing it," Mike had added on. Eleven smiled and blushed. She didn't realize she was, but she most definitely was. "I felt happy. Really happy," Eleven spoke in a quiet tone. Mike said nothing, staying silent. Inside, Mike was bouncing off of walls. He didn't really realize how much Eleven had truly liked Mike so much over all of this time, but she really did.

It isn't that Mike didn't want to go further on to explain the mystery of love or say that Eleven feeling happy when they kissed was a good thing. He did. But instead, he wished to wait until after she was home, and for now, he wanted to bask in the fact that the deep and loving feelings that he had for El were mutual.

Eleven looked into Mike's eyes with a wide smile plastered on her face. Mike returned the glance. Their hands were still beautifully placed in each other's as the enjoyed the warmth of each other's presence. Only seconds after the eye contact, Eleven's nose started to drip with blood. However, realistically, if you were to look at her in that very moment as she was floating in the tank, you would see that her nose has been bleeding for quite a time now, and her ears were also dripping with the red, warm liquid. Having her nose bleed visible while she was in the black-surrounded nothingness means anything but good. She was truly drained, and if she didn't snap out of it soon, she would pass out. But of course, Mike Wheeler to the rescue.

"Eleven, you need to go. You're getting weaker," Mike said, breaking their eye contact. He looked down at their hands. Not only could Mike tell that she was getting weaker from her nose, but her grip on his hands were less strong, as well. "Eleven, please, no matter how long I want you to stay, you need to go, okay? We can talk later to figure out the bath, but for right now, you need to go," Mike began to command. The pale-skinned Eleven nodded. She leaned in and kissed Mike again before she zoned back into reality. Eleven sat up in the kiddy pool and let out a string of gasps as she tried to catch her breath. She wiped her nose and ears of the blood that she felt pour out, as well.

She did it.

Mike's point of view...

I abruptly sat up in my bed. I was drenched in sweat and I was shaking. That happened, I swear it. My hands still feel like hers are in them and my lips are still tingling. Hm, maybe I should have told her the deeper definition of 'kiss.' Maybe then she wouldn't have done it so freely. At least not the second time.

I swung my feet over the side of my bed and stretched a little bit. It was the following day of the sleepover. All of the boys left because my family hasn't been getting along with each other since last night. It's mainly my mom and Nancy, but my dad has always told me that if the woman of the house isn't happy, no one in the house is. I never really understood that until last night. I got a perfect example of that last night.

Because of the negative feeling around my house, the boys all decided to leave earlier than they usually do. So instead of staying later to discuss Eleven, they all left after breakfast. I was really upset with them about that, so instead of complaining about it, I decided to just go take a nap.

And that's when that happened.

And it did happen.

I stood up and got out a different outfit for myself being I'm sweating like a pig. I left my room and walked into the bathroom to take a shower to freshen up. After I was out and dressed for the second time today, I went back into my room and grabbed my intercom, hoping to get ahold of Lucas.

"Lucas, do you copy? Over," I spoke into the intercom. I didn't expect to hear the response that I got.

"Guess who?"

"Dustin? Over."

"Yeah, it's me. After I left your house, I went to Lucas's. Then, Will got ahold of Lucas on his intercom since he was biking over here and asked him to meet him at the park. Apparently, Will has to talk to Lucas about something. Mrs. Sinclair said that she didn't mind if I stayed, so I'm just here waiting for Lucas to get back. Over," Dustin explained to me. I nodded, understanding.

"Oh, well, cool, I guess. But I need to talk to you about something. Over."

"Oh great, what is it? Over."

I then explained to Dustin what had happened when I was asleep, you know, minus the kissing. At first he thought it was a dream, but I had to continue on and knock some sense into him.

"Oh, shit....over."

"I know...but get this: El said that she believes that she can manage to pull one of us into wherever she goes when she's in that sensory deprivation tank so we can pull her out and bring her home. We just have to be in one, ourselves. We haven't figured out exactly how and when yet, but we can the next time she contacts us through intercom. Over."

"Yeah? And when will that be? Over."

I sighed, scratching my head.

"I honestly don't know. She didn't tell me. I don't think it would be again today, but if it is, it won't be until much later. I made Eleven leave earlier because she was draining herself out from talking to me for too long. I didn't want her to be there too long and then pass out and almost not wake up like she did the last time...over..." I spoke rapidly into the intercom. Talking about Eleven always makes me so anxious and filled with anxiety, but God, I wouldn't stop it. It gives me the motivation to keep fighting to get her back.

"Alright, that's all fair, but here's a question: how are we going to make a sensory deprivation tank without anyone knowing or noticing? Over."

"....we'll figure it out eventually..."

...

"Over."

"Yeah, okay Mike. Sure we will. Over."

"What's that supposed to mean, Dustin? Over."

"Listen dude, I'm not trying to be an asshole about this, all I'm saying is there's no way we can drag a kiddy pool out somewhere and have no one notice. We can't fill your bathtub with a million pounds of salt nonchalantly, either. Over," Dustin said in a slightly harsher tone, but he did have a point.

"I know, Dustin, but we have to do this. It's for El. Over."

I suddenly heard noises in the background coming from Dustin's line. There was a bit of rustling and feedback type sounds before I heard another voice.

"Mike, its Lucas-" "And Will!-" "Yeah, and Will. Dustin's still here, too. But guess what?" Lucas asked. He seemed like what he was about to say was really important, so I didn't even bug him for not saying 'over.'

"What? Over."

"Your sister knows about Eleven. She has known for as long and maybe even longer than we have. They've been figuring out some of the same stuff we have and even their own theories. Oh, and I mean 'they' as in Jonathan and Nancy, sorry. But anyways, Will caught Jonathan in the act earlier and Jonathan promised that he wouldn't tell anyone any of this stuff as long as we work with Nancy and Jonathan to help figure things out. Over."

"What? We have to work with them, now? Over," I spoke more angrily than anything.

"Well, would you rather have your mom, Will's mom, Hopper, or any of mine or Dustin's family to know about all of this, or would you rather team up with a couple of teenagers? Over."

I groaned. No matter how much I didn't want to admit it, Lucas definitely had a point. This can't be a huge deal like it was last time, and until the end of everything, none of us even knew it had escalated to what it did, and that's probably what got us in the most trouble if I'm honest with myself.

"Alright, fine. Over."

"Good. Glad we're on the same page. Jonathan wants us all to meet at his house tomorrow at noon to discuss. He told me that we all need to bring anything we have that is useful. In other words, bring your intercom. Ms. Byers has to work tomorrow during that time, so the house will be free to use. Also, tell Nancy. She needs to come to. Over and out."

Then I heard nothing but static.