I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, I am definitely setting this up for a finale. Should I write a sequel once this is finished? Let me know and don't forget to review!

Kali and her friends had been staying in a motel for an entire week. It was pretty rundown and not very popular, so it was easy to make the office worker of the place 'think' she didn't see anyone check out the room they were currently occupying. Kali just couldn't have a paper trail, even all the way out here in Indiana, but her friends were becoming restless.

"When are you gonna get Shirley to pull her end of the deal, Kali? We can't stay in this shit hole forever!" Axel exclaimed one day, exasperated.

"She needs time to heal," Kali said coldly. The others didn't see how she had fought that thing. It was astounding. Kali had never been quite so awed from that kind of power in her life. Even Kali had felt incredibly weak for almost two whole days, and she had barely lifted a finger compared to what Jane had done.

"How much longer?" Dottie asked.

"I'll give her a week," Kali stated. "And then, we're going to end that man who thinks of himself as our father."

It was not unusual for Jane to visit people in the black space of her mind while she slept. Right not, as she dozed off, she watched Mike fast asleep in his own bed. She sighed contentedly in her dream as she moved closer. Mike had his mouth slightly open, with one arm behind his head and one hanging off the bed. His blanket had been wrapped oddly around one foot while the other had no blanket coverage at all. It was the most adorable thing Jane had ever seen. She felt a heat in her cheeks that she couldn't explain. Then Jane's dream changed suddenly as Mike's image disintegrated.

"I'll give her a week," a voice said in the distance. Jane turned around slowly, already knowing who it was. Kali sat on a motel bed looking down at a map. Jane didn't move closer, instead, she fell silent and put all her energy into waking up.

"Oh," Jane sighed, startled as she shot up in bed. Relief washed over her as she realized she had woken up. One more week, huh? Jane rubbed her eyes, now completely awake. She glanced at the clock on her nightstand. 12:37am. Yikes. Jane got up to grab something to drink, trying not to wake up her dad. When she reached the end of the short hallway though, Jane realized Hopper hadn't gone to bed yet.

"What are you doing up?" he asked from his recliner.

"Just thirsty," Jane said, walking past him into the kitchen. Hopper seemed to accept that answer and went back to the book he was reading, pausing once to light a cigarette. When Jane was out of her father's view, she leaned on the counter and took a shaky breath. One more week and then she'd have to face the biggest monster of all. Papa. Jane grabbed some water and took a few sips before heading back to her room.

"Night Jane," Hopper called behind her.

"Night," she said, closing her door.

She laid in bed, knowing she wouldn't be able to fall asleep any time soon. Jane looked at the walkie talkie that was on her nightstand wishfully. She knew she shouldn't wake Mike up when he was sleeping so soundly, but she really wanted to talk to him. Mike always knew what to say to make her feel better. Sighing, Jane grabbed her Teddy Bear under her arm and rolled onto her side. She tried to close her eyes, but only saw flashbacks of her time at Hawkins lab. It was where she'd spent most of her life, but it was not a time in her life she liked to think about often. All Jane had ever felt until she met Mike was fear. Jane tried to shake those thoughts from her mind, but they kept growing. Jane thought about her mother, the rainbow room, the bath, crushing cans, killing lab workers with a twitch of her head. Jane thought about 450 volts, about opening the gate, about festering wounds, about killing the Demogorgon, goodbye Mike. Suddenly, Jane burst into tears, sobbing. She bit her blanket so that Hopper wouldn't hear her. Without even thinking, Jane grabber her walkie.

"Mike?" Jane said breathlessly.

No response. Jane set it back down on the stand, now crying even harder.

"…Jane?" came a murky reply. Quickly, Jane grabbed the walkie talkie again.

"Mike, are you there?"

"Yes, always. What is it?"

"One week before," Jane stopped as another sob racked through her, "Sister will need me." Mike didn't reply right away.

"I'll go with you. I won't let you go alone. Okay?"

"Okay," Jane agreed, actually feeling better knowing that Mike would be there. She knew it was probably very dangerous for him to tag along, but Jane had no doubt in her mind that she would kill anyone or anything that laid a hand on her Mike.

Max woke up for school like she did any normal day. She brushed her hair, threw on some clothes and went to the kitchen to catch some breakfast. This morning, however, when Max opened her bedroom door, she noticed some very odd things. Their TV was missing, some drawers in her house looked like they'd been picked through. Max cautiously went into her mom's room, noticing that Susan's jewelry drawer had been swept clean. Max walking back towards the kitchen. She saw her mom sitting at the table looking incredibly worn out.

"Mom, what the hell happened?"

"Billy… Billy left," her mother told her, with the most mentally unstable sounding sarcasm.

"And he took all our shit?" Max asked, now angry. Her mother nodded. "What the hell Mom, file a police report! Apparently following the law isn't in the Hargrove genetic code."

"I know, Sweetie. I know. I will… I'm just so tired. Of everything." Susan slumped her head.

"Well, if you aren't gonna do anything, give me some cash and I'll change the locks," Max said, giving her mother a look. Susan sighed.

"That's my girl."

Will woke up from a dreamless sleep, something that had been occurring for the last seven days since Jane had killed the Mindflayer. He sighed contentedly as he got dressed for school.

"Breakfast is ready," Jonathon called from the kitchen

"Okay!" Will replied, leaving his room.

"Has anyone seen my keys?" Joyce said frantically, searching her purse.

"Here Mom," Will said, rolling his eyes as he grabbed her keys from on top of the microwave.

"Oh, thank you," she told him, grabbing his face to plant a quick kiss on it.

"Jonathon, you're taking Will to and from school, right?"

"Yes Mom," Jonathon said.

"Okay," Joyce responded.

"Get to work," Will said to his mother, who was already late.

"Have a great day!" Joyce called, giving two huge air kisses to her boys. It was a normal day for the Byers.

Steve drove Dustin to school today because his mom was at some conference super early in the morning. Steve really didn't mind because he actually liked Dustin a lot as a friend.

"Okay, let me go over this again," Dustin said. Steve nodded. "Hey, are you going to the Homecoming dance? Yes? Oh cool so am I! Do you want to go with me?" Dustin recited to some imaginary girl.

"Very nice," Steve told Dustin encouragingly.

"Nancy said girls are dumb at our age, so even if I get turned down it's whatever," Dustin said.

"Nancy is usually right," Steve replied with a hint of sadness. "And here we are. My old stomping grounds," Steve said as they pulled up at the school.

"King Steve," Dustin said playfully.

"Knock 'em dead, tiger," Steve hyped as Dustin stepped out of the car.

"RRRRR," Dustin growled back.

"Man, I told you to stop doing that."

"You love it."

"Ms. Hopper, glad to see you're enjoying class," Mr. Benson taunted, startling Jane awake in her seat. Jane rubbed her eyes, dead tired after only three hours of sleep.

"Sorry," Jane said quietly, pinching her arm to keep herself from dozing off again. This was going to be a long day.

Eventually, the lunch bell rang and Jane shuffled to her locker with little energy in her step.

"You ready?" Mike asked, walking up to her. She smiled and nodded. Mike took her hand in his and they walked to the lunchroom together.

"I cannot believe you're doing this," Max was saying as Mike and Jane walked up.

"What?" Mike asked.

"Dustin is going to ask Margot Pice to Homecoming," Lucas explained, grinning.

"It's gonna be hilarious," Max teased.

"Yeah yeah, whatever," Dustin dismissed.

"I'm sure she'll say yes," Will chimed in, causing Dustin to flash a smile.

"Okay, wish me luck," Dustin said, standing. He marched over to wear a cute girl was sitting with two other girls. She had brown hair, big green eyes covered in glasses and a tan completion that was most likely of Hispanic descent. The party couldn't hear anything, but they all watched in awe as Dustin walked right up to her and started talking. They could see Margot blush and then nod. Dustin turned back and started walking to the table again, giving a huge grin. "Guess who has a Homecoming date? THIS GUY!"