It's been thirteen months and 385 days since Eleven Jane Hopper had to go back into hiding straight after the Snow Ball 1984, and though her Mike and their four friends got to visit her at the small cabin in woods, there was so much a kid and their friends can do for a year and not leaving the cabin, until they run out of ideas.

That was until today, January 1986, the day where she would finally be able to experience what most kids her age get to do since they could walk and talk, up to the age of eighteen, well in the USA, anyway. He wasn't certain what age they finish in other parts of the world…..apart from England, they finish at the age of sixteen.

Ridiculously early if you ask him.

Hopper sighed, as he placed a couple of Eggos in the toaster.

Shaking his head, he wondered why, not for the first time, that he had somehow agreed in letting El, or as he sometimes liked to call her, Jane, to leave to the cabin this morning. He didn't understand why she couldn't just wait until another day, a week, maybe another month or even better, another year, to leave the cabin and experience normal kid things. He wasn't prepared for this, absolutely not prepared for…

*Ding*

The sound of the toaster, let Jim Hopper, chief of Hawkins police station, know that the Eggos were done.

"Jane, breakfas….."

"Breakfast is done?" she asked, startling him as she walked out of her room. Gone was the MTV punk look she had started wearing at the start of last year, and now she wore a floral buttoned up t-shirt, tucked in to her high wasted jeans that were rolled up at the bottom, paired with her white pair of converse shoes. While her curly brown hair had grown longer, now reaching to her Shoulders, was brushed back behind her ears. Make up, she didn't wear. Hopper wouldn't allow it, only on special occasions, but not today.

"Jeez, kid, one of these days you're going to end up giving me a heart attack, and yes breakfast is done." He grumbled, telling her to sit down at the small table.

"Heart attack?" she looked at him in confusion as she took her usual seat at the table.

Jeez, what did I get myself into?

"Yes, heart attack. H.E.A.R.T Heart A.T.T.A.C.K Attack. When you get home today, that will be your new word for the day." He told her, as he set two plates on the table, along with two knives and forks.

El looked unsure, but nodded before digging into her plate of eggos, topped with whipped cream and some fruit.

Hopper's diet that he had started at the end of 1984, didn't last for very long. In fact it didn't even last for more than a week.

Father and daughter sat eating their breakfast with Hopper going over the four rules for El to follow throughout the day unless she wants to be right back to square one.

At 7:15am, Joyce Byers was rushing around her small three bedroom bungalow, dressed and ready for work. Her handbag strapped atop of her shoulder, as she turned the couch cushions over, taking them off the couch.

"Will, sweetie, you need to get up!" She called her youngest son, from all the way out into the living room. Trying to wake him up on time for school.

Luckily she didn't have to worry about fixing breakfast for her fourteen year old son, since her eldest son, Jonathan, was able to handle that.

"Will!"

Flipping the bread soaked in salted and peppered egg in the frying pan, Jonathan, turned to his mother from the cooker.

"Mom, leave him. I'll make sure he's up on time for school" Jonathan told his mom,

Joyce bit her lip, thinking about it before nodding, she then asked her eldest son if he's seen her keys anywhere in the house.

He shook his head, shrugging his shoulders.

"Did you check the living room?"

Joyce nodded, "Yes, just now. What else do you think I was doing with the couches Jonathan?"

"Your bedroom?"

Shaking her head, Joyce said, "I never leave them there."

Sighing, Jonathan turned back to the cooked french toast, which he took off the frying pan and onto a nearby plate that sat atop of the counter.

"What about your bag?"

Joyce nodded again. "Yes! That was the first place I looked for..." Decidng to check her handbag again, this time, she did a thorough search. "Ah, found them."

Jonathan shook his head, wondering what his mom would do without him there. Especially since she can't cook to save her life.

"Alright, I'll see you and Will at dinner." Joyce told him.

"See you at dinner,"

"Bye mom" Will came out of his bedroom, dressed and ready for school. All he needed to do was eat breakfast, brush his teeth then he was ready to leave.

"Bye sweetie, have a good day today oh and make sure you..."

"Mom, I'm fine. I've been going to school since kindergarten" Will interrupted, rolling his eyes.

Joyce, hating to leave her youngest son, sighed, pulling him into a hug. Wanting to reassure herself that he was really there and she wouldn't be waking up from a dream to find out that he was still stuck in the upside down world that he had been stuck in two years ago, November 1983. She also wanted to reassure herself that he wasn't some monster from the upside down.

"I'm sorry sweetie," she said still hugging her son.

Knowing his mother needed reassuring that he was fine and wasn't going to disappear again any time soon, Will hugged his mom back. Making sure he wasn't the first one to let go.

"It's okay mom, but really, I'm fine."

Jonathan, who had been watching the exchange, pausing in his cooking, added, "yeah mom, Will's fine. Nothing's gong to happen, besides he'll be with his friends at school and now that he's in ninth grade, I'm there as well."

Silently thanking his older brother for the help, Will nodded against his mother's chest. He was still too short compared to everyone in his year at school, to the point where he looks as if he's younger than fourteen.

"Alright, bye. I'll see you two at dinner." Joyce repeated, pulling out of the hug, she then went over to her eldest who was busy putting the second French toast onto the other plate. Hugging her eldest, she finally let go, leaving her two sons as she left for work.

Once she left and her had gone. Jonathan, as he sat down at the kitchen table, carrying two plates of French toast. One for Will and one for himself. He took the seat opposite his brother, and asked, "so how'd you sleep?"

Will shrugged, knowing what his brother was asking. "I slept...fine,"

"Are you sure? No more weird dreams last night?"

Shaking his head, Will responded, "no, no more weird dreams. Just the one."

A thoughtful look crossed Jonathan face as his brother continued eating.

"You'd tell me right? If it has something to do with..."

Will nodded, "yeah I would. I'd tell my friends as well, but trust me Jonathan, it's fine. I think all it was is just a dream. That's all"

"You sure?"

"Yeah I'm sure"

"But what if it's..."

"It's not. El closed the gate"

There was a long pause.

"I still think you should tell mom"

Jonathan took a sip of his mug of coffee as he ignored the look he received from his brother at having suggested that. "Or the chief"

Will shook his head, and the two fell into a long silence as they ate their breakfast.

Over at the Wheeler house, Mike, fourteen years old now, brushed back his g dark brown mop top hair-which had grown a few inches more- out of his dark brown eyes. Once that was done, he continued shoveling breakfast hurriedly down his throat, keeping an eye on the time on his watch.

It was a good thing his parents weren't anywhere in the room. With his dad, Mr Ted Wheeler having already left for work and his mom, Mrs Karen Wheeler, upstairs getting his younger sister Holly, ready for kindergarten, then he would have been reprimanded by now.

After he had finished his breakfast, Mike hurried back upstairs and towards the main family bathroom, planning to brush his teeth. There was no way he would leave without brushing his teeth. Absolutely not.

Dread crept in when he heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. With a little bit of hope, Mike pushed down on the handle, pushing the door to open, expecting it to. It didn't.

He dejectedly sighed, wondering who was using the bathroom.

With his mother walking out of Holly's bedroom, with Holly in tow, Mike knew who was in the shower.

"Michael? You're up early, aren't you?" Mrs Wheeler stated, knowing exactly what time her son usually gets up.

Shrugging his shoulders, Mike said, "Um….A.V club meeting before school. Have to get there early"

"Oh, really? I didn't even know that still existed now that you kids….."

"Teens" Mike interrupted,

Mrs Wheeler sighed, tired of this, but she relented. "Now that you teens, are in high school, I thought….."

"Yeah, well…..you were wrong mom. It doesn't matter if we're in high school now, the A.V club still exists" Mike interrupted again.

"Michael," Karen Wheeler started, turning to her son, but one look at the young teen before her, made her decide to talk to her son later. When he's not looking like he'll argue with her. "We'll talk later. Just make sure you get to class on time. I don't want a repeat of last year." She told her son before, going down stairs, Holly, who had been quiet up until now, decided to ask for eggos before they even reached the bottom of the steps.

"C'mon Nancy, hurry up! Your goanna make me late for school" he called, as soon as his mother had disappeared down the stairs. A flutter of hope entered Mike's chest when he heard the shower turn off.

"Be patient asshole. I just got in!" The sound of his sister's voice, Nancy, called back from the other side of the closed bathroom door.

Just as Mike was about to respond, he heard his mother shout from the dining area.

"Michael!"

Slightly startled, Mike shouted down the stairs, "What? I'm kinda busy!"

"Get down here!"

A confused look crossed Mike's face, though he had some idea why his mother wanted him downstairs.

"Why?"

Hearing his mother shouting from the dining area, telling him to clean his dishes, Mike groaned, telling her that he'll do them later, once he's finished getting ready. Unfortunately, she wasn't taking no for answer.

"No, you get down here right now, Michael James Wheeler!"

Mike groaned again, knowing his mother meant business when she uses his full name. Glancing at the bathroom door, then back to the descending stairs, Mike sighed dejectedly, knowing he was going to arrive at school, later than planned.