Ever since that day in the Wheeler's basement, Will tried to avoid the Wheeler family. He couldn't avoid Nancy since she was always over with Jonathan, but he avoided the rest like the plague. Will hoped he could avoid them until he moved to Lenora Hills.

Will's hopes of that were crushed one day. "El and Will, someone's calling you," Joyce called. The two young teens made their way to the living room. Joyce handed the phone to Will.

"Hello?" Will asked.

"Hey, Will," Karen said. Will almost dropped the phone. What is he supposed to say? Hey, I'm sorry for being somewhat responsible for your son's death. You see, I brought this second dimension to the group when I went missing. Did I mention Mike was also my boyfriend?

Karen probably would've come over and slapped him. He wouldn't have blamed her. "We're going through some of Mike's stuff," Karen explained. "We're deciding what to donate and keep. We figured you and El would want to look. Maybe find a few items to keep."

"Thanks," Will said. He couldn't go. He couldn't face the Wheelers.

Will ended the call. He turned to face Eleven. "The Wheelers are going through some of Mike's things today," Will told her. "You should go."

"Are you?" Eleven asked.

"I can't," Will answered. "I can't face them."

"You can't blame yourself for what happened," Joyce said.

"If I was never taken, the Upside-Down would've never targeted him," Will said.

"None of this is your fault," Joyce promised. "You should go. It might help you."

"I'm not going without you," Eleven said.

Will sighed. "Fine," Will said. "We'll take my bicycle."

The two soon arrived at the Wheeler's house. Everyone was in Mike's bedroom. On his bed, there were two boxes. One was labeled Donate, and the other box was labeled Attic.

"Jane and Will, I'm glad you're here," Karen said. "If you see anything you want to take with you to California, feel free to grab it."

"Thank you, Mrs. Wheeler," Will said. The rest of the party was there, looking through Mike's items. Lucas and Dustin were searching through Mike's old comic collection.

Will and Eleven slowly started to search. The room felt so different to Will than the hundreds of other times he was here. Though, Will could still strangely feel Mike's presence in the room. It was like he never left.

"Mike had a skateboard?" Max exclaimed.

"Yeah," Karen said. "Ted got it for him for his ninth birthday. I told him I didn't think Mike would like it, but Ted insisted. Mike only rode it once."

"That was how Mike broke his arm," Will chimed in. He was there when Mike broke his arm. Will hated seeing the pain Mike was in during that moment. Will hoped that would be the only time he saw Mike in such pain.

He couldn't stop picturing the tentacle impaling Mike's body.

Will shrugged off the thought. "I'm keeping this," Max declared.

"Help yourself," Karen responded. She approached her son's secret boyfriend.

"So, do you know where in California you're moving to?" Karen asked.

"Lenora Hills," Will answered.

"I've never been," Karen said. "Mike would've been so sad to see you go."

"I know he would," Will said. He was about to start crying, and Karen noticed. "I'm sorry. It's my fault Mike is gone."

"What do you mean?" Karen asked.

Mike was killed in the mall fire. That's the story. Mike died when the mall caught fire. "He went in to save me," Will said. "He was crushed by some debris. I tried to pull him out, but it was all too much. Mike died a hero."

"It's not your fault," Karen whispered gently. "The last thing he'd want is for you to blame yourself. If he died saving his friends, I know my son is at peace with how his life ended. I miss him every day, but I can still feel him every day."

"Me too," Will said. He spotted a binder on Will's desk. He picked it up and began to flip through the pages. It was filled with all the drawings and paintings Will drew over the years. It even included the rainbow ship. Mike never threw out anything you drew for him, Nancy had told him.

"He was your biggest fan," Karen said. "He said you were better than Picasso. You should keep it."

Will was tempted to. However, he thought of someone who'd need them more. Holly was too young. She'd eventually lose most memories of her brother. "Is Holly home?" Will asked.

"Yes," Karen responded. "She's in her room."

Will walked across the hall. Holly's bedroom door was open. She was playing with her Barbie dolls. "Hey, Holly," Will said.

"Hey, Will," Holly responded.

"We were going through some of Mike's things," Will explained. He looked at the binder and blinked back the tears. "I think Mike would want you to have this."

Will placed the binder on her bed. Years from now, Holly might look through those pictures. Will always drew things he'd think Mike would like. Holly would look at those images and feel closer to the brother she lost when she was too young.