Eleven "woke up" screaming. On her trip through what she'd come to think of as the inbetween, for some reason she'd thought it was a good idea to visit the Byers. No one appeared to be home, but she'd ventured inside anyway. Why? What was she possibly hoping to gain? She'd wandered through their home, ghostlike fingers passing through everything she touched. As she neared the back of the house, she heard a small voice. Curious, she made her way to the bedroom at the end of the hall.
A little boy sat at the foot of the bed, apparently talking to himself. At first, she thought it was Will, but wouldn't have he been a grown up by now? She walked up to him, perhaps to identify him, perhaps to better hear what he was murmuring...but as she got closer he looked up at her with eyes made out of teeth. "Hello, Eleven."
That was when the screaming began.
He continued speaking, as she screamed, and she would have stood there for all eternity with the child whose eyes were teeth if the front door hadn't slammed. Will Byers himself walked in, giving the monster child no more than a "hey." The monster child responded, "hey, uncle WIll," before looking back at Eleven. "I'll see you in your dreams, Eleven," he hissed as he followed his uncle to his bedroom.
She'd yanked herself back into the inbetween as quickly as possible, still screaming. He didn't know. Will was alone with that thing, and he didn't know. Something was horribly wrong with this child, who wasn't a child at all, and now he was there alone with Will, who didn't seem to realize that anything was wrong at all.
In her halfway awake (halfway happy) she was powerless to do anything. But out of all her friends, Will was the only one left. Lucas was gone, having chosen to forget her. She understood. She couldn't help Dustin now; he'd vanished into shadow. Will was the only one left, and she wasn't going to let him disappear too.
It was time to wake up.
