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In Hideaway, Terry was serving customers beer and breakfast. The TV was on, talking about things she didn't care enough to listen to. Despite her being the oldest out of the waitresses that worked there, she was hired because she still had her youthful beauty through the wrinkles she began to have. As much as she hated that, at least she got her one way of paying bills and for her daughters. The other...she wished not to think about.

Suddenly, the door to the pub opened and revealed a woman with short dirty-blonde hair, some of it tied to the back, and brown eyes. She wore a flowery, collared red dress and red heels to match. She also had a brown purse over her shoulder. She looked around the pub before seeing Terry, the woman surprised to see her there. She smiled at her and walked up to her. Terry smiled back and hugged her as soon as she got close to her.

"Glad to see you, Becky!" she greeted with joy.

"Feeling's mutual, Terry," the woman replied before the hug was broken.

The mother turned to the back and shouted, "Hey, Joan! Can you take over for me?"

...

The two sat together at an empty table and talked to one another. "So, how's the city?" Terry asked her sister.

She laughed a little before answering, "Noisy." She took out a pack of cigarettes and took out one, putting the tip of it in her mouth. She then got out a lighter and lit the end up. "I can hear goddamn traffic everywhere. I miss the quiet here." She then burnt the end and blew out smoke.

The waitress scoffed. "Come on, it's cleaner than here."

Becky chuckled again. "Maybe, but at least here, you can tell who's slimy 'n who isn't. Ain't the case there." She then smoked it again.

Terry laughed at her complaining. "Well, that's what you get for marrying a guy with a good job and a good family."

The smoker placed her cigarette onto an ashtray set on the table. "I guess."

That made her think of something. "Why are you here?"

Becky looked up at her. "What?"

"Why did you travel all the way here without your husband?"

Becky laughed again before pointing behind her. "Sonuva bitch didn't want me to leave alone." Terry looked outside and saw a pristine baby-blue convertible with a man around their age that looked better than the others in town, looking around. "Convinced the in-laws to have him take some days off as a break." The short-haired woman sighed. "Now I can't seem to leave by myself without him coming with me..."

She looked a bit sorry for her, seeing the bit of irritation that was shown on her face. "Becky..."

She shook her head and faced her sister. "Anyway, I'm not here to talk about me," she stated as she got out another cigarette and smiled at her. "I came here to stay with you and the girls for a week see how you're all doin' since I tied the knot."

Terry nervously sighed. "Well, Becky...this isn't the best time," she replied, making her sister concerned.

"Why not?" she asked her, lighting her new cigarette.

"Another news story, it has been two days now since a little boy named Will Byers has gone missing from Hawkins," the newswoman said at the right time, the two women looking at the diner's radio. "Search parties are still out to find him, but with no luck as of far."

Terry let out a deep sigh, reminded about the dinner the other night again. Becky felt terrible hearing about the news, smoking her cigarette. "Damn...I heard about a missing kid on the way here, but missing FROM here?" She then tapped the ashes into the ashtray.

The waitress solemnly nodded at her. "Yeah, exactly."

Becky turned to her with a shocked look of realization. "That's Joyce's son, right? One of Jane's friends from the wedding?" She nodded, making her smoke once again in worry. "The poor woman and girl must be shook."

"I'm sure Joyce is. And Jane..." She drew her lips to a thin line. "She wouldn't have yelled at me last night if she wasn't."

Becky looked sad at her and grabbed her arm, squeezing it gently for support. "Aw, Terry..."

She shook her head. "Kali was mad at me last night too because she wanted to visit...someone from school. I just want to protect them, you know? Letting them out while there's a missing kid, I..."

"Hey," she said softly, making her look at her. "It's alright. They just don't realize that yet. They are still young and naïve, Terry, like you and I when we were their age." She was correct, they were still young. She still had a bad feeling deep down though. "Sooner or later, they'll realize that you were just being their mother, not their obstacle. Make sure you give them that message, alright?"

She nodded, thinking she made a good point. "Thanks, Becky."

She gave her a reassuring smile. "What can't a sister like me do?" They both giggled before hearing the door open. They both turned back to see Becky's husband poking out of it.

"Rebecca," he said in a rather demanding voice, gesturing her to leave with his head.

She groaned a little and smoked once more before setting her cigarette onto the ashtray and putting her pack back in her purse. "We'll ride around town for a bit, then settle in your home," she explained before standing up from her chair. "If ya like, you can hand me the key to your house."

Luckily, Terry had a spare in her wallet in case she lost her own, so she got it out from the pocket of her dress and gave it to her. "Don't you dare lose this or you'll owe me," she warned in a bit of a playful tone.

"Gotcha." She then waved her goodbye as she went to her husband and they both left the pub. Terry let out yet another sigh. She hoped that everything could go fine, though it never happens, but a little hope's hurt no one, right?

At the Byers home, a man dressed as an electrician knocked on the door. When no one answered, it was clear for everyone else in his vehicle to come out. A few people, including the two doctors, came out in white hazmat suits. The two hope to investigate and find the answer to two problems: the location of the secret and the location of M11.

They walked into the backyard and used devices to sense if the secret was around there. Dr. Wheeler's device beeped a lot when he arrived at the small warehouse. "Martin," he said to Dr. Brenner, getting his attention. The man walked to him and sensed his device beeping a lot as well. The two men nodded at each other as the dark-haired man opened the door, the two roaming inside.

It was dark and musty, as expected in a home like the Byers'. The two looked around at separate areas of the warehouse. Dr. Wheeler then recognized something on the bottom-right of the right wall. He crouched down and saw a sort of substance leaking from the gaps in the walls. Dr. Brenner saw that he was observing it and saw more of that substance in the upper-right of the wall.

"Incredible..." he murmured.

"It was undoubtedly here," Dr. Wheeler stated. They both began to think where else it might have gone. It might lead to M11...

The two kids were finally up in Jane's room as she set down a Yoda character piece and did her best impression of him to Mike. "'Ready are you? What knows you of ready?'" He looked a bit weirded out by that. "This little guy's name is Yoda," she explained in her normal voice. "He has the ability to move things with his mind, like..." She then slapped some of her pieces from the board. "Whoosh!" The boy then looked at her trophy case and began to approach it. Unaware of that, Jane then picked up a toy T-Rex. "And this is my dinosaur, Roary. I call him that because he roars if you press this." She pressed a button that made it roar a couple of times.

Mike didn't pay attention, looking at the trophies in curiosity and a bit of awe. She saw him looking at them, so she put her dinosaur down and stood next to him, looking at the trophies as well. "These are all of the science fair trophies my friends and I won. We got first place every year except for last year. We got third because Mr. Clarke said it was too political." He smiled a little at the looks of the trophies. He then saw a picture of Jane, Lucas, Dustin, and Will smiling and holding one of the first-place trophies together.

His smile suddenly dropped when he saw the auburn-haired boy, making Jane look concerned. "Mike?" He then pointed a finger at him in the photo, making her eyes widen. Did he know of him? "Y-you know Will?" He didn't answer, looking aghast. "Did you see him? Last night? On the road?" He still didn't answer, but she figured that she was correct. The freckled boy did see his face once a couple days ago...

All of a sudden, they both heard a car approaching the home. The curly-haired tomboy looked very puzzled. "What? Mama doesn't get out of work this early," she stated as she approached the window. She didn't see her mother's car approaching the driveway...but instead...some guy with an expensive-looking convertible with his wife in the next seat. She muttered, "Who the..." As she narrowed her eyes when the man parked, she suddenly saw Becky's face, making her gasp and widen her eyes. "Auntie?!"

"Auntie?" Mike asked, not knowing the word.

"Auntie Becky, my mama's sister." Why was she visiting?! She was in a state of panic, thinking of what to do. She thought that maybe she didn't have the keys, her mother only had one, or so she thought.

She quickly grabbed Mike's hand and swung the door open. "Let's go! They shouldn't see us!" She then dragged him out of the room before getting on his feet and running with her.

As the two descended down the stairs, they immediately stopped at the sound of the door being unlocked and being opened. Jane cursed under her breath and ran back up with him. When they got it, Becky and her husband heard the sounds, looking suspicious and wary. "Who's there?" the woman called out.

"It's just me, Auntie!" the tomboy replied before she thought twice about it, now regretting it.

She looked absolutely confused. "Jane? Why aren't ya in school?" She and her husband then heard the door close, both looking at each other. He shrugged.

"Maybe she's skipping," he stated bluntly. She began to worry about her.

...

Jane quickly closed the door and dragged Mike to her closet, opening it up. She turned to him and said, "Stay in here. I'll come back as soon as I can, okay?" He looked worried, staring at the closet and feeling scared about it. "You have to stay in here or my auntie will find you and she might call the cops!" He didn't want to be caught, but at the same time, he didn't want to be in there. "I won't tell her about you, I promise."

"Pr-promise?" he asked, unfamiliar with the word.

"It's something you can't break, no matter what."

"Jane, what is going on?!" shouted her aunt from downstairs.

She grabbed his shoulders and asked one more time, "Please?"

His heart began racing, but he nodded. He would be caught, otherwise. He went into the closet and faced her. He was about to say something to her, but then she repeated, "I'll come back soon, okay?" She then closed the door and got out of the room and downstairs to see her aunt and her new uncle.

His heart began to race faster as he looked around in the darkness of the closet, feeling the trapped, cold air inside. He began panting heavily, getting goosebumps and remembering something of his past...

"NO!" he screamed in what looked like a scientific facility. Two men were tightly holding him up as he struggled to get out of their grip, kicking his legs and turning back, tears streaming from his eyes. He saw Dr. Brenner come out of a room and look at him with an apathetic face. "DOCTOR, PLEASE! PLEASE!" He then saw Dr. Wheeler come out and stand next to him, also apathetic. He looked terribly forlorn as he yelled, "DAD!" He didn't move, only standing next to his fellow doctor and seeing his crying son being taken away. "DAD! HELP!" He still didn't do anything for him. "HELP ME!"

The men then carried him to a room with no windows and threw him in there. He scrambled to his feet and tried to get out, but the men closed the door before he could. It became dark...cold...and trapped. He still cried and began banging at the door, crying out several times, "DAD!" He banged the door multiple times for a very long time. He stopped and crawled to a corner, curled himself up, and began crying and sobbing.

"Dad..."

He was crying at the memory, sobbing a little as he sank to the floor and covered his face with his hands, trying to wipe the tears off.

...

Jane sat with Becky on the couch downstairs, talking to her while her husband roamed around the ground floor of the home. "I just...uh...didn't feel good this morning," she lied to her. "I woke up with a bad headache and...uh...my throat felt itchy, so...I just...didn't want to go to school because I thought I was sick and-"

Her aunt placed a hand on her shoulder. "Jane," she said, making her stop.

She looked at her. "Yes, Auntie?"

She began to chuckle. "When I was your age, I told your granny the same thing and guess what she said?" The tomboy shrugged. "That it was a load of horseshit and that I should go to school because I was just damn fine." Jane giggled a little, Becky grinning before ruffling her hair a little. "Jane, hun, you don't need to lie to me. I won't even tell your mother. It'll just be our little secret."

Jane began grinning a little. "One of our little secrets, anyway," she replied. She always counted on her aunt to keep her secrets, which the rest of her family still didn't know to this day.

"I met your mother before I came here. The news about your friend came up and she elaborated for me." She looked at her with a shocked expression. "If you're skipping school because of him, I don't blame you. I can't imagine how you might feel like right now."

Jane heavily sighed and frowned. "Yeah...he's a good friend..." She looked like she was about to cry.

Becky hugged her tightly but gently and patted her head. "There, there now. Your uncle Carl and I'll be staying here for a week." She then broke the hug. "For this week, I'll be right here when you need me."

She smiled at her and hugged her again, making her hug back. "Thanks, Auntie."

She smiled back at her. "Anything for my cute little niece." She felt a bit better since her aunt was there, but then there was Michael.

Speaking of him, the both of them, even Carl, heard a thud from her room. "What was that?" he asked.

Jane quickly thought up of a lie. "I-I think something from my room dropped," she answered as she sat up from the couch. "I'll go get it." Becky nodded as she ran up the stairs and into her room.

She closed the door and approached the closet. "Mike, is everything okay?" she asked before hearing his sobbing. She felt heartbroken hearing that, making her forlorn. She slowly opened the closet door and saw him on the floor and wiping his tears, his cheeks wet from them. He looked surprised that she arrived, trying to make himself stop crying and sobbing, his lip quivering. She looked pained to see him like this. "Michael?"

"Y-yes...?" he asked, his voice shaky.

"Are you okay?" He nodded, though she was skeptical. "Are you sure?"

He nodded at her again, smiling. "I promise."

Later that day, school ended and the two boys began riding to Jane's home. They parked their bikes at the side of the house and rang the doorbell. They heard footsteps coming to it and the door finally opened, revealing Becky, making the two confused at first before Dustin smiled.

"Becky?!" he asked, sounding happy.

She chuckled at him and patted their heads. "It's been a long time since I've seen you boys," she greeted as she then hugged them both and let them go. They have all seen each other during her wedding the past year. Jane insisted that they'd all go, so they did. The wedding itself was boring, but the reception was fun, especially when hanging out with her when she wasn't with her husband. "You two've gotten a little taller, haven't ya?"

Dustin chuckled while Lucas still looked confused. "Why are you here?" he asked her.

"Oh, I'm just staying here for a week, y'know, visiting." She paused before frowning. "I heard about your friend."

Both of them looked solemn. "Yeah..." they both muttered at the same time.

"Jane's being torn about it too. That why you're visiting her now?" Though that wasn't the case, they both nodded. She then pointed up at the stairwell. "Should be up in her room."

"Thanks," the curly-haired boy said as he and his friend entered in, hearing TV in the background, and went upstairs.

"Yeah, thanks!" Lucas added.

...

They both arrived at her room, but were stunned to still see Michael there, sitting on her bed and looking nervous at the two of them being present. They both looked at their female friend with dumbfounded looks. "Are you kidding me?" Lucas asked rhetorically.

She sighed and replied, "Listen, I discovered something about him this morning."

Lucas scoffed. "What, that he's a psycho?"

"No! It's that he knows about Will."

Both of them were surprised, yet suspicious. "He knows about Will?" asked Dustin.

She grabbed the picture of them in the science fair and showed it to them. "He saw this and pointed at him. I could tell he knows that he's missing!"

"You could TELL?" the black-haired boy questioned.

She put the picture down on the drawer. "I mean, think about it. We found him on Mirkwood, where Will happened to disappear in."

Dustin looked pretty shocked. "That is pretty weird..."

"AND he told me that bad people were after him. Maybe these bad people took Will too." Lucas and Dustin looked at each other as if she was speaking crazy to them. She groaned at the two. "Come on, guys. There is a chance that maybe he knows where Will is."

Lucas shrugged. "Then why doesn't he tell us?" She shrugged back as well. He approached him rather aggressively and asked, "Where's Will?" He didn't answer, feeling threatened by his demeanor. He roughly grabbed his shoulders and shook him, shouting, "Where is he?!" Now he was terrified.

"Hey! Stop! You're scaring him!" shouted Jane.

"He should be scared!" he retorted.

"Kids? Is everything alright?" asked Becky from downstairs.

The kids looked stressed, especially the tomboy. She answered, "Y-yeah! We're...playing a game up here, it's just getting intense!"

"That quickly? Okay..."

The kids sighed as Lucas suggested, "Since your aunt is here, we're going to take him to her."

Jane instantly shook her head. "No! Michael said that telling any adult will put us all in danger."

Now both the boys looked puzzled and a bit scared. "His name's Michael?" Lucas asked.

"Is his last name Myers?" asked a scared Dustin.

"No," she replied. "His last name's Eleven."

The boys looked even more confused. "Eleven?"

"Like the number?"

She groaned again. "It doesn't matter! All that matters is that telling anybody about him will put us in danger."

"Wh-what kind of danger?"

"This sort of danger." She then formed a finger gun and pointed at the two of them. Dustin's scared expression amplified, but Lucas still thought it was bullshit, slapping her finger gun away.

"No way, no, no, no! We're going to go tell your aunt, right now!" Lucas then stormed to the door and opened it. However, as it began to open, it suddenly shut on him, making the table shake with the character pieces. All of them shot back in shock that it even happened. He tried again and the door slammed shut again, now locking itself up.

All of them were aghast as they turned to see Mike with his head tilted down, but his eyes on the door. His nose was bleeding. He said sharply, "No." All of them had the same thought at the same time...who the hell was this kid?

"Kids?" called out Becky.

"G-getting intense, Auntie!"

"Well, make less noise, okay? It's scaring me." She nodded, still shocked to see what he had done.

In the police station, Chief Hopper had a man named Earl inside to question him about how Benny was before his "suicide". So far, he didn't know and the police felt like they were wasting their time, especially the chief himself.

"When was the last time you saw him?" Hopper asked the old man.

"Yesterday at lunch, as always," he answered.

"Just you and the rest of the boys."

"Yep." He sighed, smoke coming out due to him smoking. "Just me, him, Henry, and..." He then paused a few second before stating, "Well, while we were talkin', Benny spotted this boy eating his fries in the kitchen." He shook his head. "But no kid'd do this."

Hopper looked a bit surprised to hear him mention a kid in the first place, his eyebrows raising up. "A boy?"

He nodded. "Yup. Eatin' and stealin' his fries like a rat. Ain't that crazy?" He chuckled a little. Hopper looked at one of his lieutenants, both looking shocked to hear about this. He gestured him to go get something, so he stood up from his chair and did.

"This boy...what did he look like?"

Earl put his hand up to a certain height. "I think he was about yee tall. 'Bout average for a boy like 'im." He then shook his head. "That's all I can say though. He was back in the kitchen, so I wouldn't know what he exactly looked like."

The lieutenant then gave him the missing poster of Will. "Did he look like this?" he asked the old man.

He shook his head at it. "Ah, no. That's Lonnie's missing kid." He looked up at the chief. "His hair was buzzed, near to the scalp."

Hopper heavily sighed and put two fingers on the bridges of his nose. "Let's just forget about the haircut, alright?" He then stood up and pointed at the poster. "If he had a buzzcut, could it be Lonnie's kid?"

Earl shook his head once again. "Like I said, didn't get a good look at 'im." He then shrugged. "Dunno." He looked at him. "Could've." Hopper nodded, realizing how deep this search was getting. Will with a buzzcut...how could that happen?

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