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Another cold and snowy night, Terry and Hopper appeared, holding containers of food for Mike as they approached the box. They were completely unaware of the fact that Mike peered over at them from a good distance, hiding behind a tree. He looked surprised to see that those two were the ones leaving the food in the box. As they crouched down and placed the food (and Eggos) in, Terry said in a whisper, "Not to be rude or anything, but..." He looked at her after looking around to make sure no one else was near. "Why did you want to find him? I'm the one who knew him before."

He chuckled before they both stood up and closed the box. "Personally, I think the kid deserves better," he answered. "I mean, my dad wasn't as shitty as Wheeler, but...he was still shitty." Mike's eyes widened at what he said. He thought he deserved better? "I want to treat him better than he did to me, and Wheeler to him. Don't you think he deserves better?"

She scoffed. "What do you think, Hopper? Of course I think he deserves better...a lot better." He chuckled again. Mike felt his heart warm up at Terry saying that too. Should he...?

They began to leave, making him think faster about what he should do. Accept the food...or join them.

As the two adults began to walk out of the woods, Terry continued, "It's horrible there. I keep seeing the subjects and they looked so..." She trailed off, thinking about the sadness in the subjects' faces and also their hurt ones. "I can't even imagine what they did to him there..."

"Hey." The man placed a gentle, but firm hand on her shoulder to comfort her. "At least you quit and told Brenner what the hell was wrong with him and Wheeler."

A sad smile appeared on her face. "Yeah..." She shook her head, the smile disappearing. "Even so, I felt so guilty for abandoning them..." She WAS relieved that she wasn't working there anymore, but that didn't stop them from continuing the experiments with the subjects. Hopper, to be honest with himself, didn't know how to reassure her when she said that, making him feel terrible. However, she then said, "I hope Dr. Owens keeps his word that he wouldn't run the Lab like they did."

Since she had told him about her visit with this Dr. Owens, he thought the same. "Me too."

They remained silent for a bit, then something came up in Hopper's mind. "Hey." Terry looked up at him. "When you tried to convince me to take you into my investigation and I asked you about your job, you said 'they' can wait." She sighed. How Hopper remembered that was beyond her knowledge, but her and her stupid mouth... "If ya don't mind me asking, what's the other job?"

She crossed her arms, taking a deep breath. Since they have gotten a bit closer...but then, he's a police officer...

As they were going to exit the forest, they heard footsteps, making them both stop and look back to see who was following them. Finally, in their sights was...

Michael.

Hopper removed his hat from the sight of him, looking as surprised as Terry was. The freckled boy looked at Hopper before looking at Terry, relieved to see her the most. She sighed blissfully, smiling as she walked towards him. "Michael." She then hugged him, in which he returned, holding each other tight and feeling happy to see each other again. Hopper just looked at them with a bit of a smile on his face. At least they were happy to see each other.

They stopped hugging, the boy looking at Hopper now. In his usual plainspoken manner, he greeted, "Hey, kid."

He seemed nice, so he greeted back, "Hey."

Mike couldn't believe that was several months ago. It felt like yesterday, that happened...

Even though Jim and Terry tucked him to bed, he was still awake, staring at the ceiling. He couldn't sleep because...

Well...because of Jane.

He wanted to see her so bad...Terry and Hopper knew that, but he actually wants to see her, in real life. But he couldn't...

The door suddenly opened and he saw the dirty-blonde-haired woman herself. She was surprised to see him awake, since she was only going to give him a kiss goodnight on his forehead. Hopper was already sleeping on the couch.

"Mike?" she whispered, closing the door behind her and approaching him, the boy sitting up. "You shouldn't be awake right now."

"I know."

"Well, you should go to sleep."

He shook his head. "I can't."

She frowned, thinking of why. "It's because of Jane, isn't it?" He nodded, making her sigh deeply. "Michael, I'm sorry, I really am." She placed her hand on his arm. "But for your own sake, and hers, you two can't be in contact with each other at all. It's for both of your safeties, okay?" He frowned at her, not answering. She sighed again. "Believe me, you're keeping her safe by doing this." Still no answer. Hopefully, he would come around.

As she laid him back down, he asked, "Terry?" She stopped what she was doing and looked at him, her expression wanting to know what he wanted. "What is...love?"

Oh God...well, he had to be curious after watching that scene from that movie, right?

She lowered herself down, keeping eye contact with him, as she answered, "It's...hard to explain it for you to understand." He still looked at her, wanting more of an answer, so she continued, "It's a feeling that differs depending on something."

He looked interested. "Like what?"

"Like...what you have for ice cream and Eggos." He looked a bit puzzled. "Don't you really like those things?" He nodded. "That's one type of love." He seemed to understand that. "Another type is...for a person, though there's two types of love you could have for a person." He shifted himself, laying on his side now. "One type of love for a person is like...being their friend. You care about them and will do anything for them."

"Friend..." he murmured out, thinking about Lucas and Dustin. The way she described it to reminded him of how Jane explained "friend" to him last year.

"The other type...it's..." She took a deep breath. "It's for someone you think of as...more than a friend." His eyes widened as he gasped, recognizing those last few words. "Like a friend, you care about them and will do anything for them, but also...you want to...be with them."

"Be with them?"

She tried to remember how her own mother described love to her when she was little. "You want them to be your...partner. You think about them all the time and...you want to be by their side forever. You feel all weird inside whenever they're near you, but they feel good. You really like who they are...you just want to be with them for the rest of your life." She paused for a bit. "That's another love you can have for a person." The freckled boy blushed when he thought about his feelings toward Jane, since...what Terry said mirrored them.

She saw the shocked look on his face, chuckling a little and rubbing the top of his head. "You'll understand more when you get older, okay?" She hoped he would. She brushed up his bangs and gave him a kiss on the forehead, him feeling weird because of her doing that. His love for her was like a friend...

As she was about to leave, he said in realization, "I love Jane."

Those three words made Terry freeze in her spot. She slowly looked back at him with wide eyes and asked, "What did you say?"

He sat up again, repeating, "I love Jane."

Love did come in different forms... "As...a friend?"

He shook his head again. "More than a friend."

Those words made her breath hitch.

Him and her daughter...that was just a playful passing thought one time. To hear him say that...

"Go to sleep, Mike," she told him. "I'll see you in the morning." She then exited his room and closed the door behind her. She never expected to have so many different feelings about him loving Jane as more than a friend. On one hand, it made sense to her after all this time and after seeing how much he cares for her, but on the other...this would definitely complicate things.

She deeply sighed as she then exited the cabin to get into her car and drive away.

Meanwhile, Mike sighed and laid back down on his bed. Was Terry mad at him saying that? Was he not supposed to say that? It was true. By what Terry told him...he loved Jane. He always loved Jane...

...

The boy was sleeping for a while, now being morning. "Rise and shine, bud," he heard Hopper greet him. He opened his half-lidded eyes and saw him at the doorway. Tired of him, he shifted himself to his side, not looking at him. The police chief expected that. "Still not talking, huh?" He stayed silent, still upset at him breaking his promise to be there last night. "Alright, I guess I'll just, uh, enjoy this Triple-decker Eggo Extravaganza without you." The boy's eyes enlarged at that. Triple-decker Eggo Extravaganza? He may not know what "triple-decker" and "extravaganza" meant...

But it sounded delicious already.

...

On both of their plates were three stacked Eggos, whipped cream filling their gaps, a scoop of strawberry ice cream topping them like cherries, and having being decorated with Hershey's Kisses, M&Ms, and jelly beans. Jim mentally thanked Terry for the idea of serving him candy for breakfast in the morning. He just added more flair to it.

While he was cutting through his Triple-decker Eggo Extravaganza, the freckled boy, who now wore a multi-colored sweater, dark jeans, and white socks, carefully scooped up the ice cream with the candy on it and ate that. "Mmm-MMM~!" Jim nearly sang in delight when he took his bite, chewed it, and swallowed it. "It's good, right?" He looked up at him and nodded before taking the top Eggo with his fork and taking a bite out of that. "The best part about this is that it's only 8,500 calories." The boy nodded again before taking another bite of his Eggo. This was delicious, as he expected.

Jim looked at the TV wire leading up to his room. He frowned before looking at the boy once again. "Terry let you visit her last night?"

Mike didn't nod and looked down at his Triple-decker Eggo Extravaganza. "Jane says she misses me," he answered.

He gave the boy a forgiving look. "Want me or Terry to go check up on her?" Mike shook his head.

Speak of the devil, they both heard the special knock on the door. Mike looked back and used his power to unlock it. In came Terry herself, now wearing a blue and red plaid shirt, dark jeans, and heels. Thursdays always marked her day off, so she usually hangs out with the boys for the rest of the day, leaving a note to her daughters that she was out buying...whatever came to mind. She closed the door behind her and kicked off her heels, seeing the breakfast the two were having. She laughed before looking at Jim and asked, "You took my suggestion seriously?"

He chuckled and grinned as she approached the table. "What, I'm not supposed to?"

"YOU didn't take it seriously last night." She got a closer look at the food. "Jesus, Jim, you're spoiling him! Eggos, whipped cream, ice cream..." She playfully pushed him a little, the man continuing to chuckle. Mike only smiled a little before making it disappear. "Anyway, were you two talking about anything?"

Jim's face turned serious as he told her, "The kid misses Jane."

Her face turned serious as well, looking at the boy and pulling up the extra chair to sit next to him. "Hey..." She placed a hand on his shoulder. "I know how much you miss Jane." Especially under the context of his feelings for her.

"Me too," Jim chimed in.

"And I know she misses you just as much." It would explain how she was when she disappeared. Her grip on his shoulder then became a little more firm. "But Jim and I keep telling you, it's too dangerous. In fact...you're the last thing she needs right now." Mike gave a sort of glare at her, but she kept her cool and gave him a face of reassurance.

Jim did as well, adding, "You'll see her soon, we both promise." Mike now looked at him. "And not just in that head of yours, in real life."

"Yes, Jim's making progress with those people. We'll make sure you really get to see her, okay?"

They both looked sincere saying those things...Mike wondered why. "Friends...don't...lie," he told the both of them.

Their reassuring faces dropped at a dime and were replaced with surprised ones. "What?" the police chief asked him.

"You guys said 'soon' on Day 21. You guys said 'soon' on Day 205." Terry released a sigh of guilt while Jim just looked away. "Now you guys say 'soon' on Day 326?" His voice became sharp when he said that.

"Mike..." the woman muttered.

"What, now you're counting the days like you're in some sort of prison?" Jim sarcastically asked him.

"When is 'soon'?" the boy asked them both, keeping the sharp tone of his voice.

Terry placed her hand on her temples as Jim answered, "'Soon' is when...it's not dangerous anymore-"

"And when is that?" Neither of them answered, much to his irritation. "What? Will be it on Day 500?"

"Mike, we don't know-" Terry answered before getting cut off.

"600?"

"We don't know, Mike!" Jim yelled at him.

"700? 800?!"

"Mike-"

"900?! 1000?!"

"MICHAEL!" Terry yelled at him.

He glared her angrily and yelled, "Why can't you tell her about me?! You are her MOM!"

She glared back at him sternly and replied, "You know why, now cut the attitude!"

"I NEED to see her, Terry!"

"Cut it out, kid!" Jim yelled at her.

"You're not listening to me-"

"Michael-"

"Mike-"

Tired of arguing, Mike used his power to throw the Triple-decker Eggo Extravaganzas at the both of them, bits of whipped cream staining their clothing. Both looked appalled at what he did. "Jesus!" the police chief exclaimed, looking at the boy angrily. "SHIT!"

"MICHAEL!" the dirty-blonde-haired woman also exclaimed, looking at the freckled boy as well.

He shot up from his chair and shouted to the both of them, "Friends don't LIE!" He then stormed to his room and slammed the door closed with his power.

Jim kicked the dining room table in frustration, muttering, "Shit!" To Terry, not even an argument with her own daughter could top what just happened now. She never thought raising Michael would be difficult, neither did Hopper...

As if things weren't bad already, thanks to Hopper telling Terry about his pumpkin patch investigation.

This morning, Bob was driving Will to school. He liked the guy already, but his story about Mr. Baldo...he had to take that to heart. Maybe, just maybe, if he tells that shadow monster to go away like Bob did to Mr. Baldo when he was young, then the episodes would end...they would end.

That was he needed, for those episodes to end. That would make him so happy.

There was another thing that came across his mind...

Jane.

Since he told her about his episodes, he knew she would be very protective of him. Not that he didn't mind her being protective of him, but he just wanted her to calm down, to be fine again. That was why he was thinking of...

Asking her to the Snow Ball.

It's stupid since they were all probably gonna go there anyway, but it's a special question, just for her. He thought that maybe...well, going there as dates and dancing together would ease both of their nerves. And...

The thought of them really dating made him blush. Could it be possible? Or was it a stupid idea?

Bob had spotted the red on his face, grinning and saying, "Uh oh, I think I see a blush."

Will became stiff before trying to ease his blush. "Wh-what?"

The man snickered a little, continuing, "The only time I blush like that is when I think of Joyce." The auburn-haired boy only nervously chuckled at that. "Who's the girl?"

He gave him a really nervous stare, saying, "N-no one."

He looked at him with a reassuring face for a bit. "It's okay. I promise not to tell anyone." He mimicked zipping up his lips. "You can trust good ol' Bob, buddy!" He got his eyes back on the road as Will smiled a little. He did like him...so...

"Not even Mom?"

"Not a single thing. I mean, I wouldn't tell MY mom about the girl I had a crush on, so I'll spare ya the embarrassment."

He giggled a little. "Okay..." He took a deep breath, trying not to feel so nervous about telling Bob this. "You remember Jane, right?"

"Oh yeah. Terry's youngest girl, right? The cute tomboy?" He nodded at him, making him grin again. "She's the girl?"

The boy looked out the window. "Yeah...she's just so cool and sweet and..."

"Cute?"

"Cute. She's been a really good friend to me and I just..."

Bob chuckled a little. "I know how you feel, bud. I liked your mom for the same reasons too. I'm a lucky man for having her in my life."

Then came the question. Will looked at him once again and asked, "How did you confess to Mom?"

"Whooo..." the man breathed out. "Well, I prepared myself to ask her out."

"How?"

"First, I take a few deep breaths so I won't hyperventilate when I ask your mom the question." Will nodded once again. "Then, I think about the perfect time to ask. I didn't want to ask her during work, so I thought if she was off-the-clock, it'd be just perfect." Take a few deep breaths...think of a good time... "Next, I think about a place to do it. This MIGHT be just me, but I don't like to confess to her when there are people." To be honest, Will didn't want an audience for his question either. "That's why I took your mom to the side of the store." So, somewhere alone, by themselves... "Finally, I talk to her about how wonderful she is before finally asking her the question. I mean, it's easier said than done, but if you just pull through with it, it all becomes worth it in the end." Tell her about how wonderful she was and then finally ask the question... "That was how I confessed to your mom, bud. Maybe you should do that with Jane."

That sounded like a plan to him. "I will. Thanks, Bob."

"Oh, don't mention it." He looked at him with his supportive smile. "You need any advice on anything, don't be afraid to talk to me."

He smiled back at him and replied, "Okay." That was twice Bob gave him good advice he'd follow through. It's been a while since he had a good morning like this.

Later in the middle school, during a lecture on the American Crowbar Case, Dustin suddenly barged in, being all fidgety. "I am SO sorry, Mr. Clarke!" he said to the teacher, arriving at his desk and putting his backpack down. "I'm really sorry. Please continue with the class." And so Mr. Clarke did. The curly-haired boy gestured his friends to listen closely to him, all of them leaning in to hear him. "We all have to meet, and I mean, we ALL have to meet, at lunch in the AV Club."

The three other kids looked curious. "Why?" Jane asked in a whisper. She wore a black T-shirt with a white long-sleeve under it, baggy jeans, and red and white sneakers.

"I have something that you won't BELIEVE." They all nodded and put their attention to class. Dustin did look sincere when he said that. Jane wondered what it could be, along with the other kids.

Will looked at Jane for a bit. Even though he had to focus on the lecture, he had to think about putting Bob's relationship advice in action. Perfect time, perfect place...oh yeah, remembering to breath just a few times before doing anything else...

When the tomboy looked at him, he looked right back at Mr. Clarke, trying not to look suspicious. She thought she saw him looking at her from the corner of her eye...but maybe it was just her.

Back in the cabin, Terry flipped through TV channels, looking and feeling more tired than she should. She thought the coffee would kick up the energy she needed for the day, but she guessed it didn't now? Besides, nothing interesting was on. Oh, and she only slept for 4 hours.

Mike was still in his room and hasn't gotten out. She knew that he was probably still in a huff after what happened. He was just a kid...a stubborn and rather irresponsible one, but still a kid...a kid in love. She let out a heavy sigh and turned off the TV. She had tried to talk to him before, but he wouldn't answer or even open the door. Perhaps he just needed space. She could give him that.

She fully laid on the couch, yawning. She really was tired. She hadn't felt this way since she quit her job at Hawkins Lab. Why now? She felt more sleepy that she didn't care at the moment. Perhaps a short nap would be harmless, then she'll wake up and try to talk to him again.

That sounded like a plan to her, so she closed her eyes and began to sleep on the couch.

...

In his room, Mike continued looking at the ceiling, thinking of Jane. Terry and Jim never really understood his feelings anyway, the way she treated him surprising him. She was the only good person in that...Lab, and now she doesn't want him to see her own daughter. If she WAS a good mother, she would.

Maybe he should visit her in the darkness, so he grabbed the blindfold and wrapped it around his eyes, trying to drown out his senses and try to see her again. Feeling frustrated that it wasn't working, he pulled it off and sighed. He didn't want to visit her that way one more time...

He just wanted to see her in real life.

Actually...he will. And Terry won't stop him, no matter what.

Since he heard the TV shut off, he wondered what she was doing. He got off of his bed and slowly opened the door. He didn't see Terry sit up on the couch, so he slowly crept around it to see her sleeping. He crouched down, surprised to see her really sleeping. It was morning, so that was weird...

But he was thankful for it because it meant he wouldn't do anything to stop her from preventing his leave.

He stood back up and walked to the locked door, staring at it for a bit as he slipped on his sneakers...

Hopper, Terry, and Mike arrived at an old cabin, the man kicking the snow off his shoes and the boy doing the same. The woman scoffed. "Why do you men always do that?" she asked before kicking the snow off of her snow boots on the floor of the porch. Hopper just chuckled while Mike looked a bit puzzled at what she said. When she finally got in, she closed the door and looked around with the freckled boy. Everything was dusty and unkept for probably many decades. "This is the place?"

"Yup," the man answered plainly. He then told the both of them, "My grandpa used to live here a long time ago."

"I bet."

He chuckled again. "Mainly, I use it for storage. There's a lotta history here." He grabbed a box that said "Sara" and placed it somewhere in hiding. "So, uh...what do you guys think? It's a work-in-progress. Maybe it's something you'd get used to once we fix it up."

Terry giggled a little. "You know, my grandparents actually lived a cabin like this in retirement."

Hopper actually looked surprised. "Really?"

"Yeah. Except it was warm, and comfy-looking, and definitely well-kept." The police chief scoffed. "But, if we did tidy this up, it could definitely be like that cabin."

"Okay, good. I thought you were insulting me for a second there."

She laughed. "Wouldn't dream of it." She then looked down at the telekinetic boy. "What do you think, Michael?" Honestly, he didn't get it.

"Once we do fix this up, buddy, it'll look more nice than it is now."

"Exactly." Both of the adults gave him a smile.

"This will be your new home."

Home...

He looked at the two with wide eyes. That word...this place...it could be... "Home."

...

Hopper looked through the record cases stored in a box before pulling one out. He looked at Mike in particular, who was leaning against a ladder, and told him, "Now this, bud, THIS is music."

He was curious, though Terry, who was near the man, felt more curious. "What? What is it, Hopper?" she asked him.

"You'll see." He got the record out of its case and placed it into an old record player. He placed the needle onto it and it began playing "You Don't Mess Around With Jim" by Jim Croce. He began to snap his fingers and...dance? He was smiling, making Mike smile too even though his dance looked pretty weird to him. Terry began laughing at him.

"God, Hopper..." Suddenly, he took her hands and tried to make her dance with him. "What the-Hopper!"

"Come on, Terry. You should have some fun once in a while."

She looked appalled at him trying to make her dance to a song like this, the freckled boy snickering at the sight of this. "I didn't go to prom for no reason!" She then got out of his grip and stepped away from him.

He stopped dancing, though he didn't with smiling. "Your loss." She scoffed, though to be honest with herself...she liked the sentiment.

Mike stopped snickering as Hopper clapped his hands and announced, "Alright! Let's get to work."

And so they were onto cleaning and neatening up the cabin.

...

Mike had gotten into a bedroom and removed the blanket, covering his mouth and coughing as the dust dame through.

...

He then began sweeping the dust and other icky stuff off of the cabin floor while the adults began to pick up boxes and put them down.

...

Hopper removed a cover from a window while Terry used a duster to dust some shelves, lamps, and hard-to-reach places.

...

Terry had gestured Mike to give her his broom, so he did. She then showed him how to properly sweep the floor.

...

Hopper kept removing covers and Terry kept dusting whatever needed to be dusted.

...

The police chief was now screwing in the locks for the door, that being his idea and Terry's for safety reasons.

...

Mike nodded and understood how he was supposed to sweep the floor, so the dirty-blonde-haired woman gave him back the broom and he began sweeping the floor the way she did it. She was so proud of him.

...

He sat on the bed and bounced on it a little, smiling. This felt comfortable and he liked the room in general. Maybe he should keep it.

...

The two adults began teaching the telekinetic boy how to interpret Morse Code and how to send messages using it. Hopper pressed the button on the extension of Morse Code machine a few time before handing it to Mike. He pressed it a few times like the man did before looking at the Morse Code chart to see what letter he just did.

...

Terry and Hopper got groceries and began putting each of them in their respective place. Mike was trying to solve a 108-piece puzzle, occasionally looking at the two of them working. The two looked back at Mike focusing on the puzzle as the woman got out a box of Eggos. She handed it to the man and placed them in a more secret compartment, the two smiling at each other like they were partners-in-crime. Not that they weren't...

...

Mike pressed the button to make the beeps again, doing them well and making the two adults happy. He smiled at their happiness.

...

As he continued solving the puzzle, he saw Hopper carry in a TV on a stand. Terry got the antennae and placed them on top of it, spreading them apart.

...

The police chief and the former Lab employee drilled in a hole on their respective mousetrap, blowing the wood curls away and placing a bullet in those holes.

...

Outside, the three of them had set up a wire-trap between two trees, Hopper pulling the wire to the second tree with Mike following him, holding a pair of pliers. When they reached to Terry, she asked the boy, "Hand me those, Michael." He did so, the woman cutting the end of the wire with the man holding it.

"Now this, bud, is a trip-wire," Hopper told Mike as Terry tied the end of the wire to the nailed-in mousetrap. "It's like an alarm."

He looked a little puzzled. "Alarm?"

"Alarms make loud noise," Terry replied to him. "It's supposed to get your attention."

"Right. You set up the trap like how Terry's doing it."

When she finally tied the end to the mousetrap, she stood up and added, "With something like this, if anybody trips over this, it'll make the loud sound."

"Like gunfire. Bang!" He grabbed the boy's shoulders when he said that, startling him before chuckling and getting a disapproving glare from Terry.

She rubbed the top of the boy's head and stated, "Those 'bad men', they won't find you here."

"Yeah." Hopper's face turned serious. "Especially not all the way out here."

"We have to take some precautions though."

"That's right. Terry and I made up a couple of ground rules we all have to follow." Mike understood, wondering what they were.

...

Now inside, Hopper placed a piece of paper in front of the boy and said, "Rule Number One: Always keep the curtains drawn."

The boy slowly opened up the curtains, pulled up the blind, and looked around to see if no one else was around, whether that'd be Hopper or anyone else. Everything seemed to be clear.

"Rule Number Two," Terry began to say. "Only open the door if you hear this knock." Both her and Hopper demonstrated their special knock in-sync. "We'll both do that, so you won't have to worry about remembering a different pattern."

Screw that now.

Mike used his power to unlock every lock on the door and open it up. As he got onto the porch, he closed it behind him, taking in the fresh morning air.

"And Rule Number Three," Hopper said. "Don't you ever go out alone, especially in the daylight."

"Yes," Terry added. "You will be more exposed if you go out during the day and being more exposed will lead to danger." More danger...he didn't want that...

But now, he was willing to risk it.

He opened the curtains, opened the door without one or the other knocking, and exposed himself in bright daylight. He broke all the rules...he just hoped Terry slept enough that she wouldn't notice. What a dumb mother she was, not even letting him see her daughter. He'll only see Jane once and come back...or not, depending on her.

He walked on the path that would lead to the road, seeing the trap in front of him.

"It's just three simple rules," Terry continued. "Even a little child can understand them."

"We'll call them the, uh..." Hopper said. "The 'Don't Be Stupid' rules."

The dirty-blonde-haired woman chuckled at that, but stated, "Right, only someone stupid would break them. And we're not stupid, right?"

Right, he's...

"Not stupid," he muttered before stepping over the wire-trap and continuing his path to see her...

To see Jane, after all this time.

I'll be stopping here. How was this chapter? Any typos or mistakes I might've missed?

I hope I wrote the scene with Terry explaining what love is to Mike well. Now she knows...

I also hope I wrote the scene where Bob gives Will some confession advice well. I can see him doing this in canon (if he didn't...well...you know... T_T), so I decided to add this in here. Plus...I needed to start some build-up to a certain scene...

Review, follow, favorite, and I'll see you guys in the next chapter!

*EDIT OF 8/20/18: I decided to add the flashback sequence and his leave after all because I realize it'd throw off the pacing of future chapters. Hope you guys don't mind that!*