Lyn dragged herself out of bed. She smoked a bowl last night with Steve, hoping it could help her headaches and nightmares. It did dull the headaches but it didn't keep the nightmares away. She dreamed of all the death that the Upside Down caused. With each death, a loud tick-tock of a clock sounded off. There were people she didn't know. All the agents were ripped to shreds as the demo dogs came out of the portal. All the people that the mind flares use to create the giant monster. The one that terrified her the most was Chrissy being lifted into the air: Her limbs breaking, her eyes sinking in, her jaw breaking. "Fuck." She grabs a pre-rolled joint. She opened the window before lighting it up. The other death made sense, the Upside-Down haunting her was logical. She was racked with guilt. If she figured out that dart was a Demogorgon, they would have known a portal was open. Maybe they could have figured out Will needed help sooner. If she could have figured out that Billy was possessed maybe she could have saved those people from the mind flay.

She didn't know why she was dreaming about Chrissy being brutally murdered by an invisible force. Was she subconsciously jealous of Chrissy because she saw her with Eddie? That didn't make sense. She didn't think about that guy since graduation until Dustin brought him up. Was she the type of person that wanted her sort of ex to be unhappy even though she treated him horribly? It wasn't like she didn't have other dark evil thoughts.

"I'm so fuck up." She inhaled deeply before letting it out with a small cough. Sure, before Steve, she imagined what it would be like to be in a real relationship with Eddie. He would get his shit together and graduate. He'd get into the mechanic program at the community college. "Stop." She cursed herself for daydreaming about it. She was happy with Steve, so why was her brain reminding her of past hopes? She had no reason to be wondering about what ifs.

She put out the joint to go to the bathroom. She brushes her teeth. She spits out the toothpaste and lowered her head to rinse her mouth. She lifted her head to look at the mirror and let out a scream when she saw Dustin."What the hell?" She turns around to smack him.

"Why does your room smell like Eddie's van?" He asked.

"I don't know what you're talking about." She pushed past him and slammed the door.

"You alright dear, I heard a scream." Her mom was in the hallway.

"Dustin scared me." She told her.

"Oh, did you sleep better tonight?" She asked.

"Yeah, great." She smiled. "I'm going to change and walk Zoey."

"ROSALYN," Claudia yelled for the daughter when she heard the door open. "ROSALYN, DEAR COME AND LOCK THE DOOR!"

She locked the door and went into the living room. "What's going on?" She let Zoey off her leash and she ran to get a drink of water.

"There has been another death." She turned up the news.

Their local news reporter, Beverly Moss, was on the screen. "We're in the Forest Hill trailer park in east Roane County. We don't have a lot of details but we can confirm that the body of a Hawkins High student was discovered early this morning. Police have not released a name although we are told they're currently in the process of notifying the family. We also don't know yet if foul play was involved. But whatever has occurred here is sure to touch a nerve across Hawkins."

The news changed to the reporter talking to a woman. "Ever since that girl, Barb, died a few years ago, it's been one thing after another. I tell ya, you start to believe all those things they say, that the town is cursed. That the devil lives here in Hawkins."

"Many of the residents we spoke to voiced similar concerns to us: Grief, shock, disbelief, anger. Everyone wants to know the same thing, how can so many tragedies befall a once-peaceful town? All eyes are now on the police for answers. Is the new police chief, Powell, in over his head? Or is he the very savior this town needs? We'll be here the rest of the day on channel nine, where we'll keep you posted on all the latest developments. In the meantime, we recommend you keep your doors and windows locked tight."

"My heart can't take it anymore. It just can't take it." She held her siamese cat and kissed it.

"That's Max's neighborhood. That's Eddie's trailer." She recognized it.

"What?" They turn to her.

"How do you know that? You can't know that for sure." Dustin shook his head.

"When I visit Max, I see his van outside of it all the time." She told them.

"I didn't know you were going to a dangerous trailer park." Claudia pets the cat.

"It's not dangerous." She sat down on the recliner.

"Not dangerous? A person got murdered there." She pointed at the TV.

Lyn grabs the remote to turn it off. "Look, let's not get paranoid. For all, we know this was a one-time incident."

The doorbell rang, making her mom jump. "I got it." Dustin ran to answer it. He came in later with Max. "Come on, Lyn. Max needs to talk to us."

"Oh, you're the friend that lived in the trailer. Are you okay, dear?" She asked.

"I'm okay. I didn't know anything happened until the police came. I just don't want to be there right now." She held her backpack straps tightly.

"Oh, well, you can stay here as long as you like, dear." She nods.

"Thank you." The Henderson siblings got up to go to Dustin's room.

When the door closed, Max went into the reason she was there. "Last night, I saw Chrissy go into Eddie's trailer. I thought it was odd but I figured they were sneaking around. I heard the cops talking, it's Chrissy's body in that trailer." Lyn froze at hearing that, she dreamed of her death last night and now she's dead.

"Chrissy Cunningham? You're sure it was Chrissy?" Dustin didn't think that the popular crowd knew they existed.

"Yes, she was in her cheerleader outfit," Max told him.

"Did you tell the cops?" Dustin asked.

"No, but I can't be the only one that saw them together." She let it be known it was only time before everyone found out.

"I did see them together when I saw him in the forest clearing," Lyn confirms. "She was buying drugs from him."

"That's where you went and that's why your room smells like that." Dustin gasps.

"Bigger problems on our hands." Max reminds him. "His name is not in the news yet, but he has to be their number one suspect."

"That's crazy. Eddie didn't do it. No way." Dustin yelled. Max shrugged. "No way." He got in her face.

"We can't rule it out." She threw her hands in the air.

"Yes, we can. You don't know him like I do. When we got to high school, Lucas made all his sports friends. Mike and Me? I mean no one was nice to us. No one was expecting Eddie." Dustin knew Eddie was a sweet soul no matter how tough he acted.

"Okay, well, they said the same thing about Ted Bundy?" Max brought it up. Dustin leaned his head back in disbelief. "Yeah, he's a super nice guy but then he's murdering women on weekends."

"So, you think Eddie likes Ted Bundy?" Dustin tilts his head.

"No, I'm saying that we can't presume anything, okay? But, it doesn't look good for Eddie." She put her hands in her pocket.

Dustin sat on his bed next to his sister. "Why haven't you told the cops?"

"Why are you here telling us this? Are you warning us because you think a killer might try to come here next?" Lyn wonders.

"I don't know." She crosses her arms.

"You know." She moved over when Max came to sit between them.

"After I saw Eddie and Chrissy go in the trailer something else happened. All the light flickered and buzzed, then I heard Eddie scream. He ran to his van and peeled out. I mean it's nothing that weird. Eddie always drives like a maniac and the power goes off at my place all the time. It's a piece of shit. But… this morning I started thinking back and... I don't know." The sibling stared at her as she tried to find the words. "... The look on his face. He was scared. Really scared. Maybe he was scared because, you know, he just killed someone, or…" She was scared to say it out loud.

"Or something otherworldly killed her." Lyn got what had her so freaked out.

"But, that's impossible. Right?" She looks at them.

"I don't know." Dustin looks at his sneakers.

"I can't ignore it. Every time there were signs: Dart, Will's episodes, the Russian code. I can't let people die because I wanted to pretend like everything is okay. We need to get everyone together. That is another mistake we make. We don't tell each other but somehow we all get involved. We should have been working together." Lyn stood up.

"Before we get worked up, we need to find out what happened and the only person who knows that is…" Dustin looks at them.

"Eddie." Max named.

"Let's go get Steve and Robin." They walk out of the room.

"Have you talked to anyone else?" Dustin looks back at Max.

"No, I can't find Lucas, Nancy, and Mike in California." They head towards the door.

"Dusty, Rosey, where are you going?" She watches them from the couch.

"To see some friends." Dustin opens the door. Max and Lyn walk out.

"You heard the news. It's not safe." She didn't want them out of her sight.

"We'll be careful. Thanks. Love you, Bye." Dustin closes the door.

They ran up to the counter at Family Video. "Steve!"

"Have you seen this?" He pointed at the tv where the news was playing.

"How many phones do you have?" Dustin asks.

"Someone was murdered." He let them know.

"Yeah, we know. Answer the question." Lyn leaned across the counter.

"Two, why?" He asks.

"Three if you count Kieth's." Robin points to the back office.

"Three good." Max nods to them.

Dustin threw his bag across the counter. "Woah, what are you doing?" Steve yelled. Robin got up to not get hit by it. Dustin threw himself over the counter, knocking over the tapes. "No, the tapes. I just organized those." Steven threw his hands in the air. Max went into the back office. Lyn walks around to get behind the counter and looks over Dustin's shoulder. He was seated in front of the computer. "What are you guys doing?" Steve watched them take over the place.

"Setting up a base of operations here." He types.

"Base of operations?" Robin picked up the tapes.

Max brought the phone to the front and plugged it in. "Get off," Steve orders him.

"I need it." He got into their database.

"For what?" He asks.

"To get Eddie's friends' phone numbers." He types in his friends' last names.

"Your new best friend you think is cooler than me because he plays your nerdy games." Steve really didn't want to help now.

"Yes… and I never said that." Dustin couldn't deal with his jealousy at the moment. "My sister isn't going to leave you because I got another older friend."

"I never said that." Steve looks at Lyn.

"That never occurred to you. I mean that's how you got close to her." He looks up at Steve like he was a simpleton.

"Steve was my friend first." She reminds him.

"Yeah, I'm only friends with you because of her." He nods to his pseudo-younger brother.

"Seriously, you guys, maybe on Monday you can play around but it's Saturday. It's our busiest day." She picked up the things they dropped.

"We can't wait. Sorry for the inconvenience though." She wrote down the numbers so Dustin could find the next friend.

"Calling Eddie's friend is an emergency?" She scoffs.

"Correct!" Dustin screamed.

"Do you want to strangle him or can I?" Steve asked Robin.

"We can take turns," Robin suggests.

"Fill them in so I can do this." Dustin took the clipboard from his sister.

"Fill them in?" Steve asks.

"Let's go into the office." She nods to the back.

"We can't. Someone has to watch the front." Robin pointed to the one customer they had.

"Fine, close." She pulled them so they were pushed up against each other.

"Okay!" Robin let out a nervous laugh.

"That trailer is Eddie's." She points to the TV. "Max saw Chrissy going into it. Then later Eddie ran out to his van looking scared out of his mind. Like he saw something out of this world."

"No. No. That is jumping to wild assumptions." Steve couldn't have the Upside Down back. Lyn was already stressed beyond her limits. He didn't want to think of what would happen if this was added to her plate.

"It's just an option. We need to find out. What if we let this go and more people die from the Upside Down?" A part of her needs to find Eddie to see if Chrissy died like in her dream.

"What if Eddie a murderer? Who knows what he'll do to you if you find him?" He counters.

"He's not!" Dustin yelled.

"We'll give you guys until two that's when we start getting busy." Robin knew there was no getting rid of them.

Dustin, Max, and Lyn were on the phones. "Gareth, have you seen Eddie lately?" Lyn asks when he answers.

"Who is this? How do you know my name?" He didn't know any girl who would have his number.

"It's Rosalyn. Dustin's sister. Have you seen Eddie? I'm looking to buy." She was trying to skip the questions.

"I saw him last night, we played D&D. He's probably at home sleeping. On weekends, he doesn't get up until noon." He told her.

"I checked the trailer already, no one's home. Look I need it, my headaches are something else. Tylenol is not helping." She wasn't lying about that.

"Um… maybe the arcade. I'll let him know you're looking for him, we're supposed to have band practice today. I'm sure he'll come running to you." He knew Eddie wasn't completely over her like he said.

"Thanks." She hangs up.

"Hey guys, I might have a lead." Max hangs up.

"Seriously?" Dustin turned in his seat with a huge smile on his face.

"Let's hear it." Lyn nods for her to go on.

"Eddie gets drugs from some guy named Reefer Rick and sometimes Eddie crashes there." She told them.

"Sounds promising." Robin nods. "Where does Reefer Rick live?"

"That's the thing, no one knows. He's more of a legend than someone that people know." That was the reason she said she might have a lead.

"Last name?" Dustin asks.

"I don't know that either." She knew it might be a false hope.

"Bet the cops know a last name." They looked at Steve who had been working the floor.

"What?" Max looks at him like he was stupid.

"Cop. If Reefer Rick is a drug dealer then I can guarantee you he's been busted before. It means he'll be in the system." He leaned against the counter.

"Steve, if we get the cops involved then we won't get to talk to him. We won't know if it's Upside Down or not." She thought he knew what they were doing here. "More importantly if it is the Upside Down then we'll be handing over an innocent man."

"I think they should be filled in on what we know." He shrugs.

"You think Eddie's guilty, don't you?" Dustin accused.

"Woah, I believe in innocence until proven guilty, all that constitutional shit. I just, you know, don't think we can rule it out." He rubs his hands together.

"That's precisely what we're trying to do, Steve." Max wasn't here to gather information for the cops.

Dustin pointed his thumb over his shoulder at her. "And maybe we would have a little bit of luck if you spend less time flirting and more time trying to find Eddie."

"Somebody has to attend to the customers." He pointed at the empty store.

"Especially if there are babies, right?" Lyn glares.

"Hey, no fair. Okay? I attend to all customer babes and not babes alike." He didn't even notice the punk kid walking through the door. "We've got a big selection in here. It can be super overwhelming for people"

"Yeah, it can be." Robin sat in front of the computer.

"What are you doing?" Max looks over her shoulder.

"Maybe we don't need a last name." She types Rick into the database.

"You're a genius, Robin." Lyn squeezed her shoulders. Dustin and Steve join in watching.

"Twelve Ricks have an account here." She said after it loads.

"That's a lot of Ricks." Max thought it was a lot for a small town.

"Let's narrow it down." She clicks on the first one. "Rick Alderman's latest rental was Dumbo and Annie. Do we think our drug dealer has a family?"

"Not if he's letting one of his dealer friends crash there." Lyn shook her head.

"Alright, Rick Conroy: Sixteen Candles, Teen Wolf, Romancing the Stone." She clicks on the next one.

"No, those are date movies." She didn't see a guy with a name like Reefer Rick going for a girl who likes romantic comedies.

She clicks on the third one. "Rick Joiner: Mask, Footloose, Grease."

"Next," Dustin yelled.

"Rick Kimbrough: Blue Lagoon and Splash." She read before laughing.

"No way." Steve shook his head.

"Kimbrough got a specific fantasy." She giggles.

"Rick Lipton: Fast Times Ridgemont High, Cheech and Chong's next movie, Cheech and Chong's Nice Dream, Cheech and Chong's Up in Smoke." Her smile grew as she read the list.

"Bingo." The Henderson sibling high fives.

"Lipton?" Max asks.

"Spelled like the tea. 2121 Holland road." She read his information.

"That's by lovers lake." Dustin smiles.

"In the middle of nowhere." Max agreed this had to be their guy.

"It's the perfect place to hide." Robin was invested now.

"We'll take my car. Don't want Keith doing anything to it when he finds us gone." Steve pulled out his keys. They locked up the store and got into the BMW.

By the time they pulled up to the address, it was nighttime. Dustin rang the doorbell. When no one answered, he pushed it repeatedly. "Okay, that's settled, he's not in there." Steve was getting annoyed by the sound.

"Eddie, it's Dustin." He yelled. "No cops, we just want to talk. We're here to help."

Lyn covers his mouth. "I know the neighbors aren't close but stop yelling."

She took her hand away when he nodded. "Reefer Rick! Eddie!"

"Don't yell that." Steve shines the light on his face. "He is not answering. I don't think annoying known drug dealers are smart."

"Maybe he's high." Dustin reasoned.

"Let's just look through the window." They shine their lights in.

"Is that a foot?" Steve looks by the couch.

"No, that's a shoe." Dustin pushed his face against the window.

"Hey guys," Max was standing on the side of the house. They walk over to her. "Look at that." She shines her light at a boat house.

"That would be stupid. The house is locked. The cops could just walk in there." Lym comments as they walk over.

"Yeah, but what if Reefer Rick didn't come home?" Dustin said, seeing that no one came to the door.

Robin led the way into the boat house. The door didn't have a lock. "Hello, is anyone home?" She pushed open the door. They slowly crept inside.

"What a dump?" Steve looks at all the junk. He picked up a paddle and used the wide end to shove it into the covered boat.

"What are you doing?" Dustin asks.

"He might be in there." He harshly pokes it.

"Do you have to do it so hard?" Lyn stood on the other side of the boat.

"Yeah, you would be hurting him, just take the tarp off." Dustin points at it.

"If you're so brave you take the trap off." He pokes it again.

"Hey, look over here." Max shines her light on empty beer bottles and food wrappers. "Someone was here."

"Maybe he heard us, got spooked, and ran," Robin explains the empty place.

"Don't worry, Steve will get him with his oar." Dustin pointed at the guy next to him.

"I know you think you're being funny but considering everyone in this room has nearly died a hundred times, I don't think it's funny in the slightest." He continued to poke the boat.

"Stop, I'll take it off." Right when she reaches for it, a dark figure pops up and pushes Steve against the walls.

They shine their lights on them to see that Eddie had a broken bottle pushed up against Steve's throat. "Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait!" Steve screamed.

"Whoa! Whoa! Eddie! Eddie! Eddie Stop!" Dustin pushes the girls behind him. He turned his head to the familiar voice. "It's me. It's Dustin. This is Steve. He's not going to hurt you, right Steve?"

"Right, yeah." He whispers.

"Steve, why don't you drop the oar?" He let go of it slowly. Eddie pushed the bottle more into his neck. "He's cool. He's cool."

"I'm cool. I'm cool." Steve reassured him.

"What are you doing here?" Eddie asks.

"Looking for you." Dustin reaches his arms out.

"We are here to help," Robin said.

Eddie notices the females behind Dustin. "Rosalyn?"

"Hey, you mind dropping the bottle?" She waves.

"Who are they?" He looks at the others.

"This is Robin, you know her from the band. This is Max, the one that never wants to play D&D." He points at each of them for their introduction. "Eddie, we're on your side." Dustin went on when Eddie didn't move. "I swear on my mother. Right guys?"

"Yeah, I swear on my mother too." Lyn nods.

"Yeah, we swear." Max agrees.

"On Dustin and Lyn's mom." Robin blurts out.

"Yeah… Dustin's mom." Steve trembled. They let out a breath of relief when he let Steve go. "Jesus Christ." He was happy to be able to breathe again.

He sat down on a bucket that was a few feet away from them. Dustin approaches him slowly and kneels in front of him. "Eddie, We just want to talk." He reaches for the bottle but he moves it out of his reach. "Okay?" He puts his hands up.

"We want to know what happened." Robin kneels next to him.

"You wouldn't believe me." He sniffs.

"Eddie…" Lyn stood in front of him. "When I stopped hanging out with you, it wasn't because I made other friends and thought I was too good to hang out with a misfit. It was because I saw something no one would believe unless they saw it too. For a long time, I couldn't pretend to be normal so I could only talk to those people, these people."

He nods his head. He took a deep breath before telling them about how Chrissy came to his home because she wanted to be with someone when she tried drugs for the first time. But, she didn't want to tell anyone, so Eddie offers. When he came back from his room with the drugs, it happened. "Her body was lifted in the air and she just was hanging there. And her bones… started to snap. Her eyes, man, it was like there was something inside her head pulling.." He made the motion with his hands. "I didn't know what to do so I ran away… I left her there." When they didn't speak he pinched the bridge of his nose. "We think I'm crazy, right?"

"No, we don't think you're crazy." Dustin shook his head.

"Don't bullshit me, man. I know how it sounds." He screamed.

"Did her jaw get dislocated?" Lyn had to know how accurate her dream was.

"What? How did you know that?" He stares at her with those big dark eyes.

"How did you know that?" Steve asks.

"I had a nightmare last night about it." She confessed.

"You said you didn't have another nightmare." Dustin was told by his mom when he came out of the bathroom.

"We have a bigger problem, right now." She points at Eddie.

"Are you psychic?" He asks.

"No, Dustin explained it to him." She patted her brother's back.

"Okay but we're circling back to this." He warns her before turning to his friend. "Look, what I'm about to tell you might be a little difficult to take."

"Okay?" Eddie would believe anything at this point.

"You know how people say Hawkins is cursed? They aren't way off. There's another world. A world hidden beneath Hawkins, sometimes it bleeds into our world." He started to explain the basics.

"Like ghosts and shit?" He asks.

"There are worse things than ghosts?" Max remembers being doubtful when she first heard about it.

"These monsters from this other world we thought were gone but they've come back before. That's why we need to find you." Dustin finished explaining.

"If they're back again, we need to know." Max agrees with Lyn. They needed to find out faster so they could take down the death toll.

"That night did you see anything?" Robin asks.

"Like dark particles?" She gave an example.

"It would almost look like dust, swirling dust," Dustin told him.

"No, it was nothing you could see or touch." Eddie shook his head. "I tried to wake her, man. She couldn't move. It was like she was in a trance."

"Or a spell?" Dustin asks.

"A curse." Eddie corrects.

"Vecna's curse." Dustin tied it together.

"Who's Vecna?" Steve asks.

"An undead creature of great power," Dustin told him.

"A spell caster." Eddie knew him well since he did a lot of research on it for his latest campaign.

"A dark wizard." He turned to his sister. "If he's showing you his kills, that means he's connected to you."

"I didn't connect with a dark wizard." She denies.

"Tell us about the nightmare," Dustin demands.

"They're personal." She refused.

"How? Have you seen any of us die in your dreams?" He asks.

"No…. only last night was that. Normally, there are awful things about dark parts of myself." She crosses her arms around her stomach, wanting to hide. Max stared at her, wondering if the nightmares were the same as hers.

"They're connected, so you have to." Dustin pushed.

"I don't have to do anything." She took the keys out of Steve's pocket and went to the car to wait for them. She didn't talk for the rest of the night.