"That's the beauty of Hawkins... we're always in mortal danger."
[Seasons 1-4 ✔️]
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"So this thing, this shadow thing. You told your mom it likes it like this. It likes it cold?" Hopper asked Will as he sat next to him on his bed, Will's drawing of the creature in his hands. Joyce was crouched on the floor next to Will.
Will nodded. "Yeah."
"How do you know that?" The Chief asked.
"I just know."
Hopper looked down at the drawing. "Does he talk to you?"
Will shook his head again. "No. It's like... I don't have to think." Hopper looked away from the drawing, his head turning to look at Will as he spoke. "I just know things now. Things I never did before."
Joyce watched as Hopper stood from the bed, moving to sit at Will's desk chair. "And, uh... what else do you know?"
"It's hard to explain. It's like old memories in the back of my head, only... they're not my memories."
"Okay." Hopper said simply.
"I mean," Will continued, his face full of fear. "I don't think they're old memories at all. They're... they're now-memories, happening all at once, now."
"Can you describe these now-memories?" Hopper asked him.
"I don't know. It's... it's hard to explain."
"I know it's hard," Joyce told her son, "but can you just... Can you try? For us?"
"It's like... They're growing and spreading..." Will tried to explain to the adults. Hopper turned his head to the small boy. "...killing."
"The memories?" Joyce asked.
"I don't know." Will answered truthfully. "And I think... I think whatever it is... it's going after Catherine."
"Why? What makes you think that?" Hopper asked, worry clear in his voice.
"Because... because I see her in the now-memories too." Will began to cry as Joyce pulled him towards her, wrapping her arms around his small frame. "I'm sorry."
"No, no, no. It's okay, sweetie." Joyce told him, glancing fearfully at Hopper. "It's okay. We won't let it get to Catherine, okay? We won't." She glanced at the drawings that were pinned up on the walls of Will's room. "Hey, hey, sweetie... what if you didn't have to use words?"
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"Hey, you've reached the Byers. We're sorry..." Mike hung up the phone, cutting the message off.
"Anything?" Lucas asked as Mike approached the steps where he was standing with Max and Dustin.
"We need to talk." Mike announced. "AV room. Right now." He ran up the rest of the steps, pausing as he reached the door. He looked over his shoulder to Max who was about to follow them. "Party members only."
