Will and Mike stood up as El hurried down into the basement, where the two boys had been sitting on the couch, waiting desperately for El to arrive along with Joyce and Hopper.

"Are they here yet?" El demanded as Mike hugged her.

Mike shook his head.

"He should be here any minute, though," said El as she hugged Will, too. "He responded to my message and said he would get here quickly."

As if on cue, they heard the front door open, followed by Karen greeting Hopper and Joyce. Hopper politely told Karen that they needed to find the kids and Karen told them to go downstairs. But, Will, Mike and El beat them to it, running up the stairs as quickly as their legs would carry them. Joyce gasped when she saw Will and pulled him into a hug.

"What's going on?" Joyce asked. "Hopper said you found Chris?"

"We just know Dad's behind it," Will replied as he broke apart the hug. Joyce's eyes widened in shock; she hadn't been prepared for that answer.

"How do you know?" asked Hopper, though he didn't look surprised.

"I saw Chris," El explained. "I looked in the Upside Down, but he's not there. He's close by, but I don't know where. He's really scared. He said the man who took him knows his name."

"And when Dad said 'This isn't over, Joyce' in the courtroom, that means he's the one who did this, or he hired someone to kidnap Chris!" Will exclaimed. "We've got to go and question Dad and get him to tell us where Chris is.

Joyce looked up at Hopper, unsure of what to do. Hopper looked back at her and nodded.

"I don't know why we didn't start there," Hopper said gruffly. "I should've known he was involved, especially after that threat he made to you in court. El, I need you to come with us. He won't talk even with me threatening him, but maybe you can scare him into talking."

"I'm coming too," said Will. "I want him to look me in the eyes and tell me what he did."

"Then I'm coming too," added Mike.

"No, you guys should stay here," Hopper started, but Joyce cut him off.

"No, they're right. Will deserves to hear it straight from Lonnie's mouth. Chris is going to be his brother and my son, Hop. We're going with you."

Hopper stared from Joyce to the kids, as if knowing he was going to be overruled in this argument.

"Fine," said Hopper gruffly. "Just keep calm when we confront him. El and I will get him to talk."

Hopper slammed his hand onto Lonnie's front door, shouting as loud as he could.

"Lonnie! Open this door now!" Hopper ordered. "Do it now, Lonnie! I know you're in there and you can't hide."

At that, the front door opened and Lonnie stood in the doorway, looking rather amused.

"Hopper, how nice to see you again," he said with an air of pleasantry.

"Shut up!" Hopper snarled as he grabbed Lonnie by the shirt and forced him back as he stepped into the house. Will and Joyce followed closely while Mike and El brought up the rear. "Get your ass in here!"

Hopper shoved Lonnie to the ground.

"What the hell was that for?"

"WHERE'S CHRIS?" Joyce yelled as soon as she was in the living room. "Where is he, you son of a bitch?"

Lonnie chuckled.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Oh, can it, Dad," said Will, looking as angry as any of them had ever seen him before. "We know you kidnapped Chris. Who else would take him if they knew who he was? You would do anything to get custody of him, even though you don't love him!"

"That's not fair," Lonnie said as he stood up, holding the ribs he had landed on when Hopper threw him to the ground. "I love Chris. I was just trying to do the right thing."

"Spare me, Lonnie," Joyce said with a fire in her eyes. "And tell me where the hell you or the kidnapper is holding him."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Lonnie repeated. "Why would I kidnap Chris?"

"Just tell them where Chris is!" Mike yelled.

"This is getting us nowhere," said Hopper. "El, get him to talk."

El nodded at Hopper and faced Lonnie, her face scrunched up in concentration. With a fumble, Lonnie fell to the ground again, this time on his rear end. It would have been funny to Mike and Will if the situation wasn't as serious as it was. Blood started to form on El's left nostril as it always did when she used her powers.

"Tell us where Chris is," El instructed, staring hard at Lonnie.

Lonnie laughed coldly.

"What are you gonna do about it if I don't, little girl?"

El concentrated again and everyone watched as Lonnie's arm twisted itself into an uncomfortable angle. Lonnie shrieked in pain as El maintained her concentration.

"Tell us where Chris is," El repeated.

"How the hell did you do that, you freak?" Lonnie demanded.

"Just tell us where he is and you won't be in any more pain!" Hopper exclaimed.

"I have no idea what you're..."

But before Lonnie could utter his lie again, El twisted his arm so violently that it threatened to break if she bent it any further. Lonnie screamed out as El held his arm in that position, the glare never leaving her face.

"Okay, okay!" Lonnie shouted. "He's at a buddy's house down on Greenwich! At John Mitchell's house. He's okay, I told John not to hurt Chris."

"Release him, El," Hopper instructed.

El broke her concentration and wiped the blood away from her nose as she continued to glare down at Lonnie.

"You listen to me, you son of a bitch," Hopper said as he knelt next to Lonnie and grabbed his shirt roughly again. "You better hope nothing has happened to Chris, or so help me, I'll make sure you never see the light of day again."

Hopper let go of Lonnie and shoved Lonnie's arms behind his back. Lonnie shouted in pain again, but Hopper ignored it. Hopper took out his handcuffs and cuffed Lonnie behind his back. He stood Lonnie up and shoved him roughly onto the sofa.

"Okay, I'll go and get Chris," Hopper said.

"I'm coming with you," said Joyce, rolling up her sleeves.

"No," said Hopper firmly. "You go home with Will and Mike. I'll take El with me and we'll make sure we get Chris back home safely."

"But..."

"Listen to me, Joyce. I know John Mitchell: he's almost certainly armed and I don't need any blood being spilled here, okay? El and I will go in and make sure he can't hurt Chris any more and then we'll bring Chris back to you, safe and sound."

Joyce looked as if she wanted to protest, but instead, she nodded.

"Okay, just be careful, Hop," she said pulling him into a hug. "What about Lonnie?"

"I'll radio some back up to come and pick him up. You three can go on back to the house. I'll let you know when we have Chris."

Hopper and El managed to get into John Mitchell's house without being noticed. The living room was empty and the house was eerily quiet. Together, the two of them crept through the house, searching the bathroom first before checking other rooms. Just as they cleared the kitchen, they heard someone yell from one of the bedrooms. Hopper motioned for El to follow him and the two of them ran to the door where they could hear the voices from inside the bedroom.

"Don't move," demanded one voice.

"Why?" asked the second.

"One move: lights out."

Hopper looked at El with widened eyes.

"Is that Chris telling him not to move?" he asked in a voice as quietly as he could.

El nodded at him just as they heard the first voice scream and the second voice grunt. They heard a thud as a body fell to the ground. With this, Hopper kicked the door in, holding his gun out in front of him.

"Police, freeze!" he shouted before he realized Chris was standing up, holding part of an iron bed post in his hands. Chris was breathing heavily, looking at the ground, where John Mitchell lay, unconscious. Chris took several deep breaths before he raised the iron bed post again.

"Chris, stop!" Hopper yelled.