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The kids finally got into the room, locked the door, and only turned on one light, showing the Heathkit. The trio directed Mike to it and let him sit down in front of it. "So what now?" Lucas asked Jane.

"He'll find Will," she answered as she turned it on and began to change the radio frequencies. "Right, Mike?" There was no other answer from him other than a nod, the freckled boy staring at the Heathkit. When it was finally in static, he closed his eyes and moved them around, now trying to channel to Will the best he could.

In the isolated room, Mike sat in front of a picture of a man, looking at it curiously. This time, Dr. Wheeler and Dr. Brenner were with him, pouring themselves two glasses of water. They set the glasses on the table and took seats next to him. "Michael Eleven?" Dr. Brenner said to the boy. "Are you listening?" The boy did, but kept staring at the picture.

"Michael," Dr. Wheeler said, now making him look up at him. "Will you answer the doctor?"

He reluctantly nodded and looked towards the white-haired man. "Y-yes, doctor," he answered.

He nodded and pointed at the photo. "That man before you, we need you to find him."

"Hurt him?" Michael asked.

"No, son," Dr. Wheeler answered. "We don't need you to hurt him, just listen to him."

"Listen?"

Dr. Brenner put a hand on his shoulder. "Yes, boy. Listen to what he says and repeat those words back to us."

"Just like what we did with those nursery rhymes, remember?" Dr. Wheeler then placed his hand on his hand, making him tense up a little and look back at him. He saw him smile, but it wasn't that creepy. In a way, it was...comforting. "Can you do that, for me and the doctor?"

This was something new to him and he didn't know what to expect. However, the doctors wanted him to do it, so he had to. He nodded and replied, "Yes, Dad." He then looked back to the photo, analyzing the man's face for a bit. He then closed his eyes and had all of his focus on finding him.

He finally heard him say some random things in another isolated room, such as toys and adjectives. He kept listening, getting closer and closer to him.

The two men looked at each other, Dr. Wheeler sighing and saying to his son, "Michael, can you repeat the words?" Suddenly, the power went out, surprising the two doctors, and the P.A. system came on, the man's voice going through it. They looked at each other again, smiling and thinking about how far they can go with this new ability Michael had.

His eyes were still closed and the kids watched him intently, hearing the static warp a little. "I think he's doing it," the tomboy said.

"Crazy..." Dustin added.

Lucas frowned at the both of them. "Calm down, you two. He just closed his eyes." Just when he said that, the light went out in a mere second. All the kids looked up in shock.

"Holy-" the curly-haired boy muttered before hearing some clanging on the radio. The clanging got louder and the kids listened intently, wondering... "What the hell is that?" None of them knew...

But Mike did.

Becky just got back from smoking outside while Carl was upstairs taking a shower, sitting on the couch and smashing the stick next to the other four. She turned on the TV and mindlessly watched what was on. Never has she smoked continuously. She smoked at least two-to-three times a day, not five. And she didn't feel like stopping. She felt so nervous and worried about what was happening since she arrived.

First, there was the news of a missing kid. That missing kid happened to be one of Jane's best friends as well as Joyce's youngest, then ended up dead. Secondly, she and Carl heard an intruder in the house. Who that was, it was a mystery to the both of them. And then, Kali's best friend goes missing as well. She hoped she wasn't dead, but who knows? Finally, she and her husband have been arguing more than usual. Maybe he was right, maybe it wasn't a good time to visit her sister and nieces.

Also, Terry was acting weird. Again, she didn't act weird since her divorce, so...why now? What the hell was going on in this town?

The door opened, all of a sudden, and Terry walked into the house. She closed the door behind her and began to walk upstairs, all without even greeting her own sister.

"Terry?" Becky asked. "Don't ya have work?"

"I'm on break," she replied as she went to her room and closed the door. She dropped her arms to the sides. There she was, acting weird again. What was going on with her?

...

In her room, Terry closed the blinds and began undressing. After a bit, she dressed into a green long-sleeved collared shirt, waist-high bootcut jeans, and casual black heels. She looked herself at the mirror, frowning. This was the same outfit she wore that day.

The day where she discovered more about her ex-husband's true intentions.

It was her day-off, but Terry decided to surprise her husband with something by going there and showing it to him. She felt that they just needed to talk and maybe she'll convince him to stop, stop the brutality of it all with his best friend, and live a normal life with her and their daughters.

She asked around, finding an answer to where he might be. She heard that he might be in a certain patient's room, so she headed there, hoping that he wasn't doing anything too serious. She could always get him when he was done.

When she arrived at the room, she knocked the door. No one responded, making her think that he was probably working. To make sure, she peeked through the small window. Her breath hitched and her eyes widened so much when she saw a very young Jane and young Kali in there...looking at two different blocks and having headgears on their heads. The woman felt everything in her body run cold. She knew what they were doing.

They were testing to see if the two girls were capable of going through those goddamned experiments.

As if her discovery about what they really do to the kids she'd meet and treated well wasn't enough.

They had to.

He had to.

She didn't want that.

She quickly tried opening the door, but the knob wouldn't budge. She then kept pounding the door and shouting, "MARTIN!" She saw everyone turn towards her from the room. Dr. Wheeler looked annoyed while Dr. Brenner was apathetic. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO OUR CHILDREN?! YOU SON OF A BITCH!" He still gave her an apathetic face as a sudden pair of arms locked themselves around both of hers and dragged her away. "YOU SICK BASTARD! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO THEM?!"

Never in her life has she felt so mad, so furious, so hellbent on hating another person. Only he made her feel that way.

She would never forget that.

"Terry!" Becky shouted through the door, banging on it. That broke her flashback and made her pant. "Earth to Terry! What the hell is going on?!"

She glanced at the door and let out a heavy sigh. Her sister and her brother-in-law would be safe if she didn't tell them. "N-nothing," she lied.

She heard her scoff. "Don't bullshit me! Y'know that isn't gonna work, you've known for years."

The mother sighed again, thinking of what else to tell her, something that can be convincing. After all, Becky was as stubborn as a mule, ever since they were baby girls.

She walked to the door and opened it, revealing her now distressed and worried sister. "Why the hell are you outta your uniform?"

She took a deep breath and said, "Becky..." The short-haired woman nodded, listening to her. "I just...I just need to relieve some stress. You know, from Will's death and Jane to Kali and Barbara...I just need a break from all of this." She massaged her temple, becoming more stressed. "I just need to make all of this stress go away." She was about to leave her, but Becky grabbed her shoulders firmly and stopped her.

"Terry, listen to me. I know a lot of crazy bullshit's been happening lately and I know since it affects Jane and Kali and even Joyce, it affects you too. Trust me, I'm affected too." She placed a hand on her chest, looking distraught. "I...I feel the same, Terry. All I expected from this visit was a nice week with you 'n the girls. And what did I get? A dead kid, a missing girl, and you actin' very damn odd. Did I want that shit when Carl and I came here? No!" Terry was in stunned silence, listening to her sister. "But I'm trying. I'm trying to cope with it, I'm trying to make you all cope with it. So, for once, just this once, can you do that for me? Can you let me try to make you feel better?"

She didn't know what to say at the moment. Her sister was right. Everyone was on edge lately and Becky seemed to try to get everyone to get themselves together. That was also Becky alright, trying to give support to others when they needed it. That was just her, that and her stubbornness. She nodded at her. "Alright," she answered her, feeling her hands slowly get off her shoulders. "I'm sorry, I just..."

Becky interrupted her by giving her a hug. "It's alright, sis. I don't blame ya for actin' the way you are." She then released from it and suggested, "Maybe we can calm down by making somethin' and watching those cheesy soap operas together."

Terry smiled and giggled a little, thinking it was a stupid idea, but a good one as well. It wasn't close to eight, so she replied, "Sure. I don't feel like going back to work anyway. Just like old times." Back when they were younger, the two sisters would cook together and eat whatever they made while watching some dramas. It was their weird way of bonding.

Becky giggled back. "Just like old times." The women then laughed together and walked downstairs, about to kill some time with cooking and watching TV.

The kids kept anticipating to hear more from the radio, then a weak voice asked, "Mom...?" All of their eyes widened as they glanced at each other, absolutely shocked to hear the voice.

Will's voice.

"No way..." Lucas muttered.

"Mom...please...Mom!" They all knew what to do: try and communicate with him.

Jane pressed the button and shouted, "Will?!"

"Can you hear us?!" the coily-haired boy yelled.

"We're here! Can you hear us?!" the curly-haired boy asked frantically.

"H-hello...? Mom?!" he replied, not hearing them. The trio looked concerned and scared.

"Why isn't he answering us?!" Lucas asked.

"I don't know!" Jane answered. They all were on edge, hearing the boy's voice again and it was in panic.

Trying to still channel him, Mike began to strain himself, shaking a little. He kept trying and trying.

"Mom? Mom...Mom! It's coming!" The three kids were terrified, wondering what the hell he was talking about. "I-it's like home, but it's dark...it's so dark and empty and cold!" They all glanced at each other again, now wondering where he was talking about. Where the hell was he? "Mom? Mom!"

"Oh my God..." Jane muttered, fearful for him. She couldn't imagine what he was going through right now. This made her want to go wherever the hell he was and save him. But his description was so vague and confusing-

Suddenly, the fuse of the Heathkit exploded and the wires sparked, causing the three kids to jolt back and yelp. As Mike opened his eyes, it caught on fire and the light turned on. They panicked, the telekinetic boy panting and feel worn out. His nose was bleeding and the veins on his face became a bit visible. The fire alarm rang and he looked at the Heathkit in shock. He didn't mean to do that to it. The boys scrambled around and got the fire extinguisher, spraying the fire with it.

When the fire was gone, Jane turned Mike to her and asked worriedly, "Mike, are you okay?" He kept panting. She saw the veins and weary look on his face, her concern heightening more. "C-can you move?" He still didn't answer her. Now she was very worried for him, looking at the boys. "Help him up. We're getting out of here." They nodded as they put down the extinguisher and lifted Mike from his seat by his arms. They spotted a cart, so they put him on that.

Jane opened the door and Dustin pushed the cart out with Lucas. They all ran from the school, hoping to get back home so that he can rest.

In the high school's photo room, Jonathan set up the machine and pressed down on the picture. Kali was with him, witnessing this. "What are you doing?" she asked him.

"Brightening and enlarging," he answered as he looked through a microscope and adjusted the settings.

The girl sighed. "Did your mum tell you anything else? Like, where it might have gone to?"

He shook his head. "No, just that it came out of a wall." She nodded. How could something like that come through a wall? He mentioned that it wasn't broken too, so just...how?

The machine let out a ding, making Jonathan press a button to switch it off. He removed the photo from it and placed it face-down on the water, eventually being submerged. "How long does this take?"

"Not long."

She nodded again, silence roaming around the room. This was getting awkward and Kali wanted to break it somehow. Out of nowhere, she asked, "Have you been doing photography for a while?"

He glanced at her and nodded. "Yeah," he answered, looking away from her. "I...well, I guess I'd rather observe people than to...you know, talk to them."

Kali nodded once more. "Really?"

He sighed. "I know. It's weird."

She shook her head. "No, I don't think so."

He chuckled nervously. "Yeah, it is. It's just..." He took a deep breath. "Sometimes...people don't say what they really think. You capture the right moment though..." He then smiled and looked at her again. "It says more."

She began to smile as well. She understood that. Though the memory was vague, she did remember not talking as much to other kids when she was at the orphanage. She'd either do something by herself or observe other kids talking and having fun without her. That all changed when her mother and father adopted her. She then thought of something. "Then what did you think I was I saying?"

He gave her a puzzled look. "What?"

"In that photo of me, taking my shirt off."

"O-oh." He heavily sighed and rubbed the back of his neck for a second. "I shouldn't have taken that. I'm...uh..." He then looked at her with guilt. "I'm so sorry."

She sighed again. She hated that he did that, but he sounded very sincere, so she plastered on a smile. "It's alright, just don't do it again."

He nodded at her. "Of course, it's just..." Suddenly, Kali looked down at the picture, seeing it was done and the mysterious creature now in full view.

Her smile dropped. "That's it," she muttered under her breath, pointing at the picture and having Jonathan see. "That's what I saw back there."

Jonathan's eyes widened with a hitched breath. "M-my mom...I thought she was crazy 'cause she said...that the body back at the quarry wasn't Will's body, that he was alive." He looked back at her. "And if Will is still alive-"

"Then so is Barbara," Kali added, shocked. "Oh my God..." Now they both got the answer they wanted.

Back at the Labs, the two doctors were walking in a hallway together, speaking to each other about how they were going to deal with the situation since it got more harder than expected. Suddenly, one worker ran to them and shouted, "Dr. Brenner, Dr. Wheeler!" The two stopped what they were doing as they faced the man. "You two need to hear this, especially you, Dr. Brenner."

The two men were puzzled, the one with the glasses glancing at his comrade. The white-haired man wondered why he specifically needed to hear what was said in communications.

...

They reached to the communications room and listened to a conversation... of Terry and Joyce.

"It was like...it was trying to break away from the wallpaper," Terry said. "Then...I saw a body try to break away from the wallpaper as well."

Joyce's gasp was heard. "A...a body?" she asked.

"Mmm-hmm, but...it didn't look human. It was like...I dunno, but it didn't look human...more like a monster."

A sigh was then heard. "Okay, now li-" Her dog barked in the background, cutting her off.

"Joyce?"

"I'll talk to you later, Terry." One of the workers stopped it and they all looked at Dr. Brenner, including Dr. Wheeler.

"Well, that's a voice we haven't heard in years," he stated to his comrade.

The white-haired man sighed and crossed his arms. "Teresa..." he muttered under his breath.

"Should we do something about her, Dr. Brenner?" asked one of the workers.

He pondered what to do. Ever since that night, she was never seen again and she kept her promise. She didn't know that the monster she was describing was connected to them, she couldn't possibly know. However, she was always a curious woman, doing her discovering until she gets her answer.

"Martin?" Dr. Wheeler asked him.

He finally reached to a conclusion, saying, "Unless we find out she's doing something about this, we don't interfere with her."

Ted raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure?"

He nodded as a reply. There was a chance that she could discover the monster's connection to the Labs, but there was also a chance that she may not find out the connection and fail. She may be a very curious woman, but sometimes, her curiosity kills the cat.

With Carl, the two women ate meat stew on trays and watched a soap opera. When an actress delivered her line in an over-the-top way, the two women laughed. "You could have said that without yellin'," Becky commented to the TV.

Terry nodded. "Yeah, but that was probably her best performance in this whole episode," she added.

"Right." The two laughed again, making Carl feel left out as he ate his stew slowly.

The mother looked at the time, her smile immediately dropping. It was 8:03, over the time she was supposed to meet Hopper at the coroner. She muttered, "Shit." She then stood up and placed her stew on the table, getting her purse and about to leave.

Becky looked puzzled at her again. "Terry? Where're you goin'?"

She turned to her and gave her a reassuring smile. "I need to go to my night shift," she lied. "It was great doing this with you again though. I feel better enough to go work again."

The woman nodded and smiled back at her. "Alright, Terry. See ya." They both waved bye at each other before the woman exited the house and got into her car immediately. She started the engine and backed out of the driveway, driving away to the coroner to meet Hopper.

She finally arrived there, seeing Hopper in his vehicle. She sighed and parked it at one of the parking spots, stopping the engine and getting out of it. Hopper got out of his car too, without his hat. They both approached each other. "Sorry, lost track of time," she said to him. "Why are we here?"

He sighed and whispered to her, "I think Will's body is a fake." Her eyes widened. "I'm going to go check it. You're coming with me."

She nodded, but then stated, "It's still open though. I doubt those lights are on for no reason."

He nodded. "Right, but when we get in there, I'll tell Patty that I lost my hat. When she asks you, just tell her that you loaned me some money and some were in it."

Terry scoffed in disbelief, believing that was stupid. "What?"

"Just trust me, okay?" Sighing, she nodded. He nodded back as they both entered into the coroner, seeing the woman at the desk on the phone. He gave her a fake smile as well as Terry. "Hey there, Patty."

She looked at him and asked, "Hopper? What are you doing here?"

"I think I forgot my hat here."

"Oh." She then faced Terry. "And you, m'am?"

The dirty-blonde-haired woman exhaled and replied, "I loaned him some money because he needed to buy something and like a complete idiot, he put it under his hat." Hopper was close to laughing for hearing her call him an idiot.

Patty looked a bit skeptical, but nodded and repeated, "Oh."

"We'll just be a minute." She nodded as they both left and she got back on the phone.

As they walked to the room the body was in, they saw a state officer read a book. Hopper kept smiling and said to the officer, "Hey, that's a good damn book, what a nasty mutt." The officer instantly closed it and blocked their way into the room.

"You and that lady shouldn't be here," he said to them.

Terry crossed her arms, letting the police chief do the talking. "Yeah, I just got off the line with O'Bannon, says he needs ya at the station for some emergency-"

The officer looked at him in disbelief. "The hell are you talking about? I don't work with O'Bannon."

Hopper looked at him in disbelief. "Oh, did I say O'Bannon? I meant...uh..."

He turned to Terry. "And what the hell are you doing here? Who are you?"

She was silent, thinking of an answer. "I..." She then thought of something. "I'm a detective from State. I'm with the Chief of Police here to investigate Will Byers's body."

He gave her a skeptical look while Hopper gave her a surprised one. "Can I see your license?"

She nodded and opened her purse, putting her hand in it. "Of course, it's right..." She then balled her fist. "Here." She got her fist out of the purse and threw him a punch, stunning him for a bit. Hopper finished the job by throwing his punch at his face. He landed on the ground, unconscious. They both looked at each other, the man smiling down at her.

"Wow, didn't think you would do that," he said in a bit of awe. "Since you were the shy school nerd and all."

She chuckled at him, walking to his body and grabbing the key. "I can be surprising," she replied to him, throwing him the keys and lowering her voice. "Why do you think his body is a fake?" She was curious, since that could be linked to the Labs.

Hopper caught it and began unlocking the door. "Well, someone from State was sent in to dissect his body and it was found at a place owned by State by a State officer." He then unlocked the door and gestured her to come in, the woman doing so before he entered in and closed it. "Seems pretty suspicious, don't you think?"

She nodded in understanding. She could definitely see those bastards being involved in this. "Yeah." They then entered into another room where the body fridge was.

They slowly walked into it, leaving the door open. They approached one of the fridges, Hopper opening the top door and Terry opening the bottom one. Her eyes widened at the sight of some of Will's hair, so she tapped him and mouthed, "Hey." He closed the top door and saw the hair Terry pointed at. He nodded as they both pulled out the cot it was on. Hopper slowly removed the blanket off of its face, showing Will's face.

The two of them looked away, Terry walking away and the both of them rubbing their faces. They couldn't believe they were doing this - they were seeing Will's dead body, of course they would be unnerved by it.

Hopper turned to the woman and said, "You don't need to do this, you know."

She scoffed and turned to him. "Listen, if there is a chance, even a small chance, that Hawkins Labs have something to do with all that's been going on, I'll do anything. I have nothing but contempt for them and I've been speculating that they might have something to do with everything going on. Understand?"

He nodded, getting where she was coming from. "Alright." He looked back at the body, removing more of the blanket to show the chest. He let out a deep sigh as he pushed his hand against Will's chest. However, it felt...stiff. He looked a bit puzzled by it.

"What's wrong?" Terry asked, approaching him and the body.

"His body...it feels weird," Hopper answered.

Terry looked curiously and pushed her hand against his chest too, feeling the stiffness. She felt weird. "Huh, usually, you can press down farther and feel the bones."

He nodded again, putting a hand under his chin. "Right..." She then ran her hand over it, looking even more puzzled.

"This is unusually smooth..." She looked at him. "You got a knife on you?" He nodded as he got out his pocket knife and gave it to her. She got out the blade and looked at the body, wondering where to start.

Reading that look on her face, Hopper pointed at the bellybutton and suggested, "Start here, maybe?" She looked at the spot. It seemed like a good area to start, so she nodded at him and placed the tip there. She took a deep breath, not believing that she was actually dissecting a body. The man gave her a tight yet comforting squeeze on her shoulder. "It's alright. Just do it."

Not wasting any more time, she dug the knife into the body. With his help, she began cutting up from it, up until the upper part of his chest. She pulled the blade away from it and got a good look at it. She placed two of her finger tips on the sides of the blade to feel if there was any liquid on it. Her eyes widened at the discovery that there was nothing. "This is clean..." she murmured.

Shocked, Hopper placed his hand through the cut and felt something soft...but it wasn't mushy-soft. It was just...soft, like a pillow. He grabbed a handful of the soft substance and pulled it out, him and Terry seeing that it was...cotton. Both of their eyes widened. "What the hell?" he muttered under his breath.

She had seen this before. She did, making her huff and look at the body, shaking her head. "I can't believe it, they made a wax dummy out of him."

He looked at her with concern. "They did this before or...?"

She nodded at him. "They usually do it when they kidnap kids for their experiments." Both of them looked at each other, horrified of what might have happened to Will.

"You think that...?"

"They took him, took him for an experiment." Both of them were completely terrified, now needing to find him in the Labs before it was too late.

They left the coroner and drove to the fences that protected the Labs. Hopper was following Terry. They both stopped their cars and got out of them, approaching the fence. Hopper had a tool that could chop off the metal. The two adults looked at each other and nodded, knowing what they needed to do. He then took the blades of the tool and began cutting the wires on the fence.

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