Hopper awoke with tired eyes and a groan. He didn't want to get up. After everything that had happened and with Joyce gone, Hopper didn't feel like getting up. He shook his head and quickly awoke. The door to his room opened and Dr. Owens entered, carrying something in his hands. Hopper turned to face the doctor.

"Hey, Jimbo. Awake already?" Dr. Owens said, smiling at the man.

Hopper shook his head. "Never better, doc."

Dr. Owens cleared his throat. "Well, anyway, I got rid of the Soviet uniform and replaced it with this." He tossed a folded beige shirt and pants onto the chair next to Hopper, who quickly recognized what it was.

"Really? You had to bring me this of all things?" Hopper asked, looking at the familiar piece of clothing.

Dr. Owens chuckled. "Well, just because you escaped the upside down doesn't mean you don't get to work. Just put on the damn uniform, ok? Hawkins needs its chief of police."

Dr. Owens walked out of the room and started closing the door, but stopped himself. He stuck his head back through the door.

"Oh by the way. You have a couple of visitors for you. They've got somethin' to tell you." Dr. Owens said, before closing the door.

Hopper cocked his head. Who could they be and what did they want to tell him? He had to find out. He quickly stood up and put on the clothes that Dr. Owens had brought him. He looked at the mirror and began to adjust himself. The chief of police badge was in the right place and his pen was still there. Hopper grabbed his fedora lying on the nightstand and placed it on his head. Just like he expected, it fit him perfectly. He took a deep breath and stared at the door.

"Here goes nothing." Hopper said to himself before exiting the room.

Steve sat in the lobby of the hospital with Dustin sitting next to him. What was taking so damn long? What could they be doing with Hopper? Dustin turned to Steve with a concerned look on his face.

"So, let me get this straight. You just…found him in someone's backyard and they just happened to work for Hawkins lab?" Dustin asked, sounding skeptical.

Steve smiled. It was typical of Dustin to argue with him over stupid shit. He turned to Dustin.

"Yeah, I don't know how hard that's to understand, Henderson." Steve said, chuckling.

"It just seems too convenient. I mean, come on, Hawkins lab?!" Dustin asked, raising his voice.

Steve raised his arms and shushed. The hospital receptionists looked at the duo with a look of confusion. Steve smiled at them and nodded. The female receptionist simply rolled her eyes and turned back to her work.

"Keep that shit to yourself, ok? The last thing we need is for people to know about the lab, ok?" Steve said, ensuring to stay quiet.

Dustin scoffed, but didn't respond.

Steve looked forward once more, anticipating the arrival of Hopper. However, no such luck came as the hospital corridor only had a few doctors wandering the halls. He didn't know how it was possible. From what he heard, Hopper had been killed in an explosion. What did he do to survive? How could he survive after all this time? Maybe he was just a secret badass? Steve chuckled at the thought.

Dustin turned to Steve. "What's so funny?"

Steve shook his head. "Jeez, Henderson. Paranoid about my happiness?"

Before Dustin could respond, he took a glance at the hospital corridor. He simply froze as he saw the man in beige clothing walking towards them.

"Well, I guess you weren't kidding, Steve." Dustin said, standing up, nearly tripping over his backpack.

Steve followed suit and approached Hopper, who was still rather tired. Hopper rubbed his eyes as he approached the duo.

"Are you guys my visitors?" Hopper asked, a small yawn happening afterwards.

Steve nodded. "Yeah, I just wanted to make sure you were…you know…okay. What the hell happened, by the way? Everyone I've talked to said that you died." Steve said, his hands on his hips.

"How did you get out of there?" Dustin asked, trying to get an answer.

Hopper sighed. "Well, not much happened. I just escaped by jumping into a portal, which led to that…other place. I've just been there for a few days, I guess. I escaped through another portal that these guys opened. Next thing I knew, I was back in my own personal hell."

Steve cocked his head. "If you don't mind me asking, why were you wearing…that?"

Hopper smiled. "Trust me, it's better not to know."

Mike sat on his bed, not moving a single inch. He had been frozen in terror ever since the night prior, with Eleven's message. He didn't know who to contact. So many things ran through his mind as he tried to consider the many possibilities. Who was really left to combat this? Mike shook himself out of his paralyzed state and simply looked down at his walkie-talkie, which had been left on. Who could he contact?

"Lucas." Mike said, aloud.

Mike turned the knob on the front of the walkie-talkie, changing the channel. He pressed the button on the side.

"Lucas, can you hear me?" Mike asked, his voice trembling.

No answer.

"Lucas, answer me!" Mike yelled.

Still no response.

"Must be with Max. Why the hell is his radio turned off?" Mike pondered. "Dustin maybe?"

Mike changed the channel on walkie-talkie again and spoke into the device.

"Dustin, can you hear me, over?" Mike asked, hoping for an instant reply.

Dustin turned away from Hopper as he heard the faint voice. It sounded familiar, but he couldn't tell who said it. Before he turned back completely, he heard the voice again.

"Dustin, are you there?" the voice called, faintly.

Dustin recognized the voice as his friend. He quickly ran back to the waiting chairs, where his backpack was. He quickly pulled out the walkie-talkie lying within it.

"Dustin, please. I need your help." Mike asked, hoping for a reply.

Dustin quickly placed the radio next to his mouth. "Yeah, I'm here, buddy. What's going on?"

There was a small pause before Mike's next response. "It's Eleven."

Dustin became shocked at what Mike had said. He turned back to Hopper and Steve, who were still conversing with one another.

"Guys! Get over here!" Dustin yelled.

Steve and Hopper quickly made their way over to Dustin, who was waving them over quickly.

"What's going on, kid?" Hopper asked.

Dustin held the walkie-talkie to his mouth. "What about Eleven?"

"She…she's been taken. By the Russians, I think. She just started calling for help. Please, help. I didn't know who else contact." Mike said at a very quick pace.

Dustin looked up at Hopper, whose mouth was merely agape at the information given. He quickly snatched the radio out of Dustin's hand.

"How long ago did this happen?" Hopper asked.

Mike was confused. He swore that he had heard Hopper's voice over the radio.

"Um, Hopper?" Mike asked, trying to confirm the man's identity.

"Yes, kid, it's me. Yeah, I know. People though I was dead, but that doesn't matter. Did Eleven say where she was going or anything? Come on kid, tell me something!" Hopper said, growing anxious.

"She said that she was being taken to Russia, but I don't where or why." Mike said quickly.

Hopper paused for a moment and turned to Steve and Dustin. He frowned as he placed the walkie-talkie up to his mouth.

"I think I know where they've taken her."