"Is anyone there? Kid?"
Mike whipped his walkie talkie out of his pocket.
"Yeah we're here sir! Is everything okay? Did she close it? Is she okay?"
"Yeah kid, she's unconscious but fine. I'm bringing her over there, and I think Will is coming too. Can you and Steve get some food ready for him? Over."
"Oh, shit." Said Dustin, in response. Because they were not at Joyce's house. They were at an abandoned pumpkin patch with a big hole at 1:00 in the morning, supporting a really puffy Steve.
"What was that kid? Over."
"Nothing!" Mike almost shouted. "Yeah, we will. Over." And quickly turned it off. "Guys?"
They all looked at him. "We kinda need a plan."
"In this town, you need a plan for everything, or else you get killed, so, yeah. A plan would be nice," grumbled Lucas, referring to the imminent danger of the chief of police, who happened to own a bunch of guns.
"Don't be like that, Lucas. Everything's fine now!" protested Mike.
"Yeah." Dustin slugged Lucas on the arm. "It's not like if we don't follow a bunch of steps we'll all be mauled by demodogs.
"FOR YOUR INFORMATION WE PROBABLY WILL DUSTIN"
