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Will tried to close his eyes, but even with Jane's reassuring grip on his hand, he was still worried to drift off to sleep. He glanced over at Jane, who was lying next to him. Her eyes were closed, but he could tell by her breathing that she was still awake.

"He won't get to you. Not this time," Jane whispered, breaking the silence of the room. Will looked back up at her to see her eyes partially open, looking into his.

"Thank you. For everything," Will responded. He closed his eyes again, and for whatever reason, Jane's words abled him to fall into a dreamless sleep for the first time that month.

Hopper woke up, panic rising in his chest when he didn't immediately recognize where he was. He soon realized he was still in the Byers' living room, his neck sore from the awkward position he had fallen asleep in next to Joyce. Hopper knew from the fact that he had a blanket draped delicately over him that Joyce had put it on him before heading to her own bedroom to sleep. Jim couldn't help smile at the idea. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes when he glanced at the digital clock that read 5:36 am. Hopper figured he might as well stay up. He went to get a pot of coffee going and lit a cigarette while he was waiting. Jonathon had entered the kitchen shorty after the pot of coffee had been made. The young man gave Hopper a nod and a smile as he grabbed a mug and got himself a cup.

"Sleep okay, Chief?" Jonathon asked in his quiet voice, trying to make the conversation light.

"Never better," Hopper replied, sipping his black coffee. He didn't really have that strong of an opinion on Joyce's oldest boy. He knew Jonathon was a good kid with a big heart, but Hopper didn't exactly have conversations with the kid that Joyce wasn't a part of. The two men sipped their coffee for a moment in silence before Jonathon spoke up again.

"She really appreciates you," Jonathon stated. "My mom, I mean. Well, we all kind of owe you." He finished sheepishly.

"No kid, don't worry about it. If it's anyone we should owe, it's Jane," Hopper said, noticing how his chest felt tighter in pride when thinking of how much she had helped everyone, time and time again. Jonathon took another gulp of his coffee.

"You got that right, Chief."

Mike tossed and turned in his bed, not being able to get comfortable. He kept drifting off to sleep, only to wake with anxious thoughts and a pounding in his chest. He felt like there was a pit in his stomach thinking of Will's situation. What kind of friend was he to Will if he hadn't even noticed him struggling this time? Mike felt extremely guilty about not being there for Will. He felt his throat tighten. Glancing at his clock, it read 6:12. He decided to get in the shower, not caring that it was so early on a Saturday morning. After toweling off, Mike got dressed for the day and headed down the stairs. Holly had just gotten up and Mike's mother was getting her breakfast ready.

"Ted, you're up early- oh Mike! What are you doing up?" Karen said as she turned to face the sound of feet coming down the stairs.

"Couldn't sleep I guess," Mike shrugged. Karen didn't look convinced. "I'm gonna head over to Will's today. He's been having a rough first week," Mike explained, knowing that this would gain his mother's sympathy.

"That poor boy," Karen murmured. "Of course Michael, I hope he feels better, he's been through enough," she said, not even knowing the half of it.

Mike nodded and got himself some cereal before mounting his bike and peddling down to Will's.

Max woke up on Will's floor. Groaning, she got out of her sleeping bag, looking up at the bed to find Will still completely asleep and Jane wide awake, still holding his hand in a death grip. Max smiled at Jane, who put her finger to her mouth to motion for Max to keep quiet. The redhead nodded in understanding before creeping out of the room and into the living room, where Joyce, Hopper, Mike, and Jonathon were sitting around the dining room table. Hopper stood up and offered his seat to Max, who smiled and sat down.

"How is he?" Mike asked her in a hushed whisper.

"Sound asleep," she replied. "I think whatever Jane was doing… It worked. He looked so peaceful." Joyce sighed in relief.

"Can I get you anything?" Jonathon offered.

"I'll take some coffee. Black," Max responded, looking up at him with a smirk.

Jane sat in Will's bed next to her sleeping friend. She had slept last night, but not very much. Jane had been on a little bit of a secret mission that she didn't want to share with anyone. While she had been making sure that the Mindflayer would not come for Will in his dreams, she had also been searching Will's mind for the Mindflayer's weaknesses. She was still planning her kill. Jane knew it hated fire and heat. She also knew how she had been able to push against its forces when she had closed the gate, meaning her powers would work against it. What Jane didn't know, was how it had been able to make Will a gateway into his dimension. Jane had always wondered why she had a connection to Will ever since he had gone missing. She had figured it was just because her mind was the one that had essentially created the upside down, where Will was for six days. But that didn't make sense. The Mindflayer hadn't revealed itself to anyone until the next year. Why? Why did the Mindflayer choose Will? Did he truly have 'true sight' as the boys called it? That's what she was trying to figure out. Maybe the Mindflayer had been operating through the Demogorgon who took Will and that's why when she had killed the monster, there was no body left behind. Jane combed through Will's memories, looking for an answer, a missing puzzle piece. She was only left more confused.

"Jane," Will looked at her through sleepy eyes. She immediately turned red, hoping that the guilt she was feeling of looking into his mind was not obvious.

"Sleep okay?" she asked.

"Never better."

Will was in the shower after everyone had eaten breakfast. Max, as she had promised Hopper, went to talk to her mom about staying with Jane for the rest of the weekend. Jane was sitting with Mike on the couch, their hands intertwined. Joyce, Jonathon, and Hopper were in the hallway talking in hushed voices. Everyone was pleased that Jane could help Will right now, but the same thought plagued them all. This could not go on forever, and what should they do about it?