Steve Harrington, former jock and high school student, was finally relieved when the clock hit the right time. Time to leave this shitty place that he called work. He looked around him to see that no one was around. He chuckled to himself. Who's really going to care if the place is clean? The guests only want their goddamn ice-cream, so there's no goddamn point.

Steve walked to the back room and quickly changed out of his "Scoops Ahoy" uniform and back into his regular clothing. A long sleeve blue button up shirt, with a black shirt underneath, complete with long blue jeans. Steve took the hat off of his head and took a look at it. The white hat had red text on it, saying "Scoops Ahoy". Steve shook his head and grabbed his uniform. He didn't want this bullshit job, but he didn't have a choice. He exited the room and walked through the ice cream parlor, simply ignoring the spills of melted ice cream in the room. He closed the security gate to the parlor and locked it.

"This place has had Russian's, upside down monsters, and yet, the ice cream parlor is still standing. Great." Steve said as he walked down the empty halls of the mall.

Steve looked behind him to see tape blocking off the central portion of the mall. It was stupid. Of course Hawkins needed to benefit somehow without most of the mall and an ice cream parlor is perfect for that. Thanks, new mayor of this shitty town of Hawkins. He exited the mall and locked the door behind him.

"Of course, I didn't bring my goddamn car." Steve muttered to himself.

He started walking and didn't even bother to see if he locked the door properly. He tossed the blue uniform over his shoulder with a grunt of frustration.

Minutes passed as Steve continued his trek down the road to his home. Of course it was the one day that he forgot the things that he needed. He reached down into his jeans for his Walkman, only for it to be missing. He stopped for a moment as he heard something. A crackling noise. Steve began to look around, trying to find the source of the noise. It had to have been from the upside down and Steve knew it. They were back. He heard noise coming from the backyard of a house along the street.

"Gotta stop it." Steve said to himself, as he charged towards the source.

Steve ran through the thick brush to the back of the house, however, he was blocked by a wooden fence. Steve dropped his uniform and hat and began his climb over the fence. As he began to reach the top, he found where the noise was coming from almost immediately. He looked at the orange and black portal and saw a man climbing through it. Steve recognized the man almost immediately.

"Hopper?!" Steve said under his breath.

Hopper didn't hear Steve as he soon fell onto the ground. Steve watched as a woman exited her home and walked over the downed Hopper. She kneeled over and seemed to ask something to Hopper.

Steve jogged over to the woman and Hopper. The woman looked at Steve with confusion.

"Wait, where'd you come from?" The woman asked.

Steve sighed. "I think you have bigger problems on your hands right now. We need to get Ho-…this man to a hospital as soon as possible."

"I think that's the last place that he needs to go to."

Steve cocked his head. "Why exactly?"

The woman pulled out an identification card, showing her status as a scientist at Hawkins Lab. The name on the card read, "Bonnie Ambrose".

"You're from Hawkins Lab?"

Bonnie nodded. "Yes and we don't have time for this. We need to get this man to our replacement laboratory as quickly as possible. I'll get my car; you try to sit him up against one of these trees."

Steve sighed. "Alright, looks like I'm doing this."

Bonnie immediately took off towards the front of her house. Steve tried to lift Hopper, but the weight of the police officer was more than what Steve could carry. Steve grew tired after a few attempts and sat down next to the unconscious man. He looked at what Hopper was wearing and cocked his head. Why the hell was Hopper wearing a Soviet uniform? Why the hell didn't Hopper get out sooner? Where the hell was he this whole time? Steve shook his head as pushed away the questions.

"You have a lot of explaining to do, bud."

Steve continued to contemplate the memory of something that he didn't expect to see. He sat down on his bed and began to consider what could be done about the return of the Hawkins chief of police.

"This can't be a coincidence. Hop shows up again after a few days, right after the Byers family leaves? Something's wrong about this."

Steve turned to his nightstand to see a radio sitting there. He knew he had to tell someone about Hopper now. He reached for his radio and turned it on.

"Dustin, are you there? Copy?" Steve said into his radio.

Silence.

"Listen, I know you're there, just answer the damn radio." Steve said, pushing the button with a harder intensity.

Silence came at first, but was soon followed by an answer.

"Steve? What are you doing up? You're never up this late." Dustin asked, sounding exhausted.

"Look, I've got something big that I need to tell you. You know Hopper?"

Dustin sighed. "Yes, I know who Hopper is. And yes, I know that he's been dead for a couple days."

"Well, that fact is going to change."

Dustin sounded concerned on the radio. "What do you mean?"

"I found him. He's alive. He just came through one of those goddamn portals, wearing a Soviet uniform."

Dustin didn't respond immediately. Hopper's back? How the hell did he survive? Dustin pressed the button of his walkie talkie down again.

"Where is he?"

"He's at a replacement for Hawkins Lab underneath the main hospital. He's being treated. I was going to go over there tomorrow to see how he was doing." Steve replied.

"I'll come with you. Just wait for me, ok?"

"Alright, but let me ask the questions, alright Henderson?" Steve said, sounding tired.

"Got it. See you tomorrow. Over and out." Dustin said, silencing his radio once more.