Eleven looked at Hopper with sadness. His presence gave her the comfort that she so desperately needed. With Mike and Hopper no longer around her, she felt lonely in her own world. The illusion of the chief of police was almost too much for her to look at. Eleven watched as Hopper disappeared into the dark void with no indication that he would do so. Tears rolled down Eleven's face once Hopper faded away into nothingness.

""Hey, El? If you can hear me, I…We still miss you. And, even though we may be apart for now, it won't always be like this. We'll be able to see each other again. I'm sure of it. Please…Please respond if you can hear me." Mike asked from within the void.

Eleven stood there, the water of the void soaking her shoes. She didn't know what she had just heard. She's was asleep, yet, she heard Mike's voice. Does that mean? Does she have her powers again? Eleven didn't know how to comprehend it. She turned to face where the voice had come from. Her eyes widened when she Mike standing there, holding his walkie-talkie, desperately trying to get Eleven's attention.

Eleven knew what this meant. If she saw Mike and if what she was seeing was real, did she just see her father?

Eleven gasped as she awoke from her dream. She felt her nose and blood began to pour from it. Her mouth remained agape as she realized what her vision had told her. But what if it was just a false vision? She had those before, but she didn't know. She didn't want to think about her father after what happened to him. The memory of his death entered her head again and she broke down with her hands on her face.

A door creaking shook Eleven out of her sadness. She knew it was the front door as it made that noise whenever it was opened. She cautiously escaped her comfortable bed and approached her bedroom door. She looked through the small crack, but saw nothing except for the darkness. Instead, she placed her ear in the crack of the door and heard, ever so slightly, the footsteps of an intruder. She didn't know how to react. Should she run? Fight back? Maybe it's just Jonathan? Eleven knew better; the Byers' were asleep and an intruder had entered the home.

She closed the bedroom door softly and locked it. She stepped back and tried looking for an alternate escape. The window in her room. She looked at it and froze in terror, as she realized that the window was open. A cold breeze entered the room, adding to the chills that Eleven was feeling at that very moment. Eleven immediately turned to her closet, which was now closed, despite being open when she went to sleep. Whoever it was, was in the closet.

Once Eleven made the connection, the closet door swung open and two men charged at her. Eleven instinctively reached her hands out and the men flew across the room, hitting the wall and causing it to break. She looked at the downed men with shock. Her powers were back. Eleven didn't know how it was possible. One of the two men instantly reached for his radio and began to yell something in Russian. The door to Eleven's bedroom burst open and three men came into the room. Eleven didn't have time to react. She was fighting on two fronts. She pushed the men at the door back, but she was hit on the back of the head by a man behind her. She turned on her back to see the same man kneel down to her.

"Don't even bother. Kill any of us and your family gets it." The man said in a heavy Russian accent.

The man yanked Eleven to her feet and kept a pistol pointed at her back.

"Move, go into the living room, now!" The man yelled, poking Eleven with the pistol.

Eleven gulped, but followed the man's orders. She left the bedroom and entered the living room. She saw at least five other Russian soldiers standing in the living room. On the couches, sat Joyce, Will, and Jonathan, all bound and gagged. Eleven looked on in horror as she saw that Jonathan had a black eye and blood was caked on his face. Joyce had a bruise on her left cheek with blood pouring from it. Will probably had it the worst, or at least, that's what Eleven thought. His face was puffy, as if he had been hit multiple times.

The man holding the gun at Eleven used his other hand to speak into his radio. "We have the subject, but what do we do with the family?" The man said in Russian.

"Bring them. We need test subjects for Dr. Brenner. We should use them for that." The lead scientist replied in Russian.

The man nodded. "Alright, they will be delivered before the week is out. Over and out." The man said in Russian.

Eleven turned to the man, who pointed the gun at her forehead. "Turn around, now!"

Eleven complied.

The man looked at his men. "Bring them to the vehicle. We need to get moving now!"

The soldiers began to move Will, Joyce, and Jonathan by force to the front of the home. Eleven, however, was simply walking with a gun in her back. As Eleven exited the home, she watched as the soldiers forced the Byers' into the back of a rusty red van.

As Eleven approached the van, the man with the pistol signaled with his pistol. "Get in, or else we'll do to you what we did to them."

Eleven looked at the man. "Why are you doing this?" She said softly.

The man immediately placed the barrel of his pistol on Eleven's forehead. "Did you hear me, you little shit?! Get in the goddamn van, before I beat you!"

Eleven began to shiver. She was terrified. Even more than she was when the "bad men" were chasing her. She was helpless. She had powers, yes, but she couldn't risk those that she called family. Eleven entered the van slowly and sat down next to Will. The Russian soldiers began to pile inside and place blindfolds on the family. Eleven was the last to get a blindfold. As the van began to drive away, Eleven used this opportunity.

She entered the void. She had to warn someone. She saw a figure in front of her that she remembered. Mike. He was holding his radio, as if he was waiting for a response. She had to contact him somehow. She thought about Hopper, but she didn't know if what her vision told her was true. Mike was the only one that she knew would do everything he could to keep her safe. She walked towards the illusion of Mike, who was cradling the radio.

"Mike! Please help! The bad men, they've taken me and Will and Joyce and Jonathan. Please help me!" The radio spurted.

Mike stared at the radio, dumbfounded. Her powers were back, but she was calling for help.

"Eleven?! Where are you?!" Mike yelled into the microphone.

"One of the men said, Rush-ah! I don't know where that is. Please help me!" Eleven yelled back.

Before Mike could respond, the connection was lost. Mike sat there, terrified. He had no idea what to do.