Elle looked at some of Max's magazines and found a picture of a hot boy.
"Oh, you found Ralph Macchio," said Max.
"Macchio?" asked Elle.
"Yeah, the Karate Kid." Max punched the air as if she was doing karate. "He's super hot, right? I bet he's an amazing kisser too. Hey, is Mike a good kisser?"
"I don't know," Elle replied. "He's my first boyfriend."
"Was your boyfriend," Max corrected before seeing the sad look on Elle's face. "Hey, don't worry about it. He'll come crawling back to you in no time, begging for forgiveness. I guarantee you, him and Lucas are wallowing in self-pity and misery right now. They're like 'Oh, I hope they take us back'. God, what I wouldn't give to see their stupid faces."
Elle giggled at Max's joke before coming up with an idea.
"What is it?" Max asked.
Elle sat down and put on a blindfold.
"Is this gonna work?" asked Max.
Elle nodded.
"Holy shit, this is insane," Max said.
"Max," Elle scolded.
"Right, sorry," Max apologized before shutting up.
When Elle opened her eyes, she was back in the void. She saw Mike eating chips while lying on the couch, Lucas pacing back and forth, and Will and Elvis sitting at a nearby table.
"What did I do to deserve this?" asked Mike.
"Nothing, that's my whole point," Lucas replied. "You're the victim here."
"I know, it's just, why is she treating me this way? What did I do wrong?"
"Mike, relax. Stop asking irrational questions."
"Sorry, you're right. Women act on emotion and not logic."
"Precisely. They're a totally different species."
"They say we are 'species'," Elle told Max. "'Emotion, not logic'."
"Guys, it's ready," Will told the boys.
"Not now, Will," said Lucas.
"They broke up with you. What else is there to talk about?"
"Tons."
"Yeah," Mike added. "We're trying to solve the great mystery of the female species." Mike then burped and laughed. "Dude, you can smell the nacho cheese."
Afterwards, Lucas let out a fart, causing the other boys to feel disgusted.
Elle felt disgusted, too, but when she woke up, she was laughing her ass off.
Hopper returned to his house in a drunk state. When he entered the house, he heard music coming from Elle's room. That could only mean one thing. Mike and Elle were making out again. He approached the door and opened it without knocking. Mike wasn't in the room with Elle. It was Max.
"Do you knock?" Max asked, annoyed.
"Yeah," Elle added.
"Sorry," Hopper apologized. "I thought you were…"
"Mike's not here," Max assured.
"Max wanted to have a sleepover," Elle added. "Is that okay with you?"
"Yeah," Hopper replied. "Do your parents know?"
Max nodded.
"That's cool," Hopper said before leaving the room.
Hopper walked to the couch. On one hand, he felt a bit guilty for forcing Elle and Mike to separate. On the other hand, Elle seemed to be doing just fine without him.
Later, Max set up a "Spin the Bottle" board. They spin the bottle around randomly selected names of people in Hawkins that they know. Whoever it lands on, Elle would use her powers to find, and see what they're doing.
Elle spun the bottle, and it landed on Billy.
"I should warn you," said Max. "If he's with a girl, get out of there before he does something that scars you for life."
Elle put on the blindfold and closed her eyes.
When she opened them, she found herself in the void.
She found a car, Billy's car. The engine was on, but Billy wasn't in the driver's seat. She heard whimpering and turned around.
Behind her, Billy was leaning down.
"I found him," she said. "He's on the floor, talking to someone."
"Don't be afraid," Billy said to the whimpering girl. "It will be over soon."
Elle walked closer to Billy.
Billy stood up. He stood still. After a second, he turned towards Elle. She could hear the girl screaming. She didn't care about that, though. Billy was staring right at her, as if he knew she was there.
Elle opened her eyes and pulled the blindfold off.
"What happened?" Max asked.
Elle sat silently, panting because of the scary encounter.
Stranger Things 3
Chapter 3
The Case of the Missing Lifeguard
It was a stormy day at the Wheelers'. Mike, Lucas, and Elvis were sound asleep in the basement, letting the rainfall soothe them…
Then Will ruined the moment by playing fantasy music on the radio. This woke everyone up.
"Will, what are you doing?" asked Lucas.
"Yeah, can you turn down the music?" asked Mike.
"This is not music," Will retorted, hitting his wizard staff on the ground. "This… is the sound of destiny! I have seen into the future, and I've seen that today is a new day, a day… free of girls."
"What is happening?" asked Lucas.
"A tribe of villagers are under threat from an evil force from the swamps of Kuzatan," Will narrated, completely ignoring his friends.
"Will, it's so early," Mike whined.
"Is it?" Will retorted. "Think about all the villagers crying for your help. Think about the children so frightened, they can't sleep. Are you truly gonna let them perish, or are you gonna come to their rescue, and become the heroes you were always meant to be?"
"Can I at least shower first?" asked Lucas.
On the topic of showers, Hopper just got out of his own shower. He went to the fridge, grabbed a carton of milk, and poured himself a glass.
Right as he was about to drink, he heard a knock on the door. He answered. It was Joyce.
"We need to talk," she said.
"Yeah," said Hopper. "Why didn't you show up?"
Joyce ignored Hopper. She tried putting a magnet on the fridge, but it just slipped off.
"Joyce, you're freaking me out," said Hopper.
"You slipped on this, remember?" said Joyce. "It fell in the night. It lost its magnetism. The same thing happened at my house the day before. I thought, 'That's weird. Why are all of these magnets suddenly losing their magnetism?' So, I went to see Mr. Clark, and I asked him, 'How is this happening?' He built this magnetic field using an AC transformer, and plugging it into a solenoid, which basically…"
"Slow down," said Hopper. "Let me get this straight. You think magnets aren't working anymore?"
"Yeah," Joyce replied.
Hopper laughed. "You have outdone yourself, Joyce. No. You really have. You have outdone yourself."
"Hop, you're not listening to me! Scott was able to demagnetize some of the magnets, and he thinks that a large-scale magnetic field can be built using experimental technology. What if it's them? To build a machine like this, you need resources, scientists, funding, it can't be a coincidence, Hopper. It has to be the lab."
"It's impossible!"
"Then take me back there!"
"To the lab?"
"Yeah, I wanna go back."
"Because some magnets fell off your fridge?"
"Yes."
"Okay, it makes sense. Let's go."
With that, the two left the cabin for the lab.
Elsewhere, Elle and Max were walking down the neighborhood. Max noticed the clouds.
"It's gonna pour soon," she said. "We should be at the mall, or watching a movie, or something."
"You don't believe me?" asked Elle.
"I believe you saw some weird stuff, but you said Mike sensed you before, right? Maybe the same happened with Billy. He just sensed you somehow."
"But the screams…"
"I know, but when Billy is alone with a girl, they make really crazy noises. They scream, but they're happy screams."
"What?"
"It's like… I'm gonna lend you my mom's cosmo." They made it to Max's house. Max noticed that Billy's car wasn't there. She turned to Elle and asked, "Do you really wanna do this?"
Elle nodded, so they walked inside.
Once they got inside, their first stop was Billy's room.
"Why do I get the feeling we're gonna find all kinds of wrong in here?" Max asked. Max opened a drawer, and the first thing she found were images of women wearing clothing that were… revealing, to say the least. "Ah, gag me with a spoon."
The two then went into the bathroom. The bathtub was filled with water, and ice bags.
"It's just ice," Max assured Elle, who looked panicked. "Might just be for his muscles. He works out like a maniac."
Elle then noticed marks on the cupboard under the sink. She opened it and found a bag. Inside the bag were a whistle and a lifeguard pouch.
At the News studio, Nancy and Jonathan just finished brightening images of the rat.
"Are you sure about this?" asked Jonathan.
"You're just like your mom," Nancy remarked. "You worry too much. I'll be fine."
Nancy and Jonathan shared a quick kiss before Nancy walked out with the photo.
Nancy went to her bosses and shared the photo.
"What are we looking at here?" asked Tom. "Is this Driscoll lady's stuff?"
"No, that's the thing," said Nancy. "I mean, I thought she was crazy too, but it turns out she isn't alone. Blackburn's supply, Hawkins farming, the Crawleys, they've all had supplies go missing in the past few days. It's not just fertilizer. It's pesticides, cleaning supplies, and diesel fuel. And all that's from one day of calling around. I mean, there's gotta be more."
"Let me get this straight," said Bruce. "Little rodents have gone cuckoo in their furry little minds and they're running around Hawkins dining out on chemicals, and this is your proof? This is a hell of a headline. 'Hawkins Rodents Prefer Poison: Nutjob Tells All'."
"That's enough," said Tom. "This is big. Bigger than an article. It's gotta be a book." Nancy was hopeful that her story would be accepted, but all those hopes went down the drain with what Tom said next. "'The Mysterious Case of the Missing Fertilizer: A Nancy Drew Mystery'." Everyone in the room broke out into laughter, but then Tom got serious. "Next time you get a call, do as you were hired for, and let us know. We'll decide whether it's worth investigating or not."
"Okay," Nancy said, resisting the urge to cry.
Nancy walked out as her superiors continued to laugh at her.
At the Scoops Ahoy, Robin was listening to the Russian message again, while Erica was ringing the bell to get her attention. After a while, Steve stepped in so Robin could continue reading.
"I would like the Peanut Butter Chocolate Swirl, please," Erica requested.
"I'm sorry, but no more samples for you," Steve replied.
"Why not?"
"Because you're abusing our company policy."
"Where's the sailor lady?"
"Sorry. She's busy."
"With what?"
"Spycraft."
Elsewhere in the mall, Barb and Dustin were hiding behind bushes to spy on the people around. They were looking for anyone suspicious.
"See anything?" asked Dustin.
"I don't know what I'm looking for," said Barb.
"Russians."
"Exactly. I don't know what a Russian looks like."
"Tall, blonde, not smiling. Also, look for earpieces, camo, duffel bags, that sort of thing."
That's when Barb noticed someone with a duffel bag on the second floor. However, there were a bunch of girls blocking her view.
"Find anything now?" asked Dustin.
"I think so," Barb replied. "But there are a bunch of girls in the way."
"Why are you so worried about those girls? You have the perfect girl in front of you."
"Seriously, if you say Robin again…"
"Robin. Robin. Robin. Robin."
"Stop. No. NO! She's not my type. She's not even in the ballpark of what my type is, all right?"
"What's your type again? Not awesome?"
"Thank you. For your information, she's weird. She's a weirdo. She makes it very clear that she doesn't want to fit in. And she's hyper. I don't like that she's hyper. And she did drama, and she's in a band."
"Do you know how hypocritical that was?" said Dustin, getting tired of his friend's constant denial. "You're also very weird. Before me, your only friend was Nancy, who you shunned after she saved your life. Even now, you don't interact with her as often. Also, didn't you say you were in the Middle School band? Take my advice, instead of dating someone because they're cool and male, date somebody you actually enjoy being around, whether they're male or female. You make it very clear you enjoy hanging around Robin the way you smile and blush at her."
Barb sighed. "Yes, I enjoy being around her, but that doesn't mean anything."
Dustin rolled his eyes. There was no point in continuing this argument. They still had to find the Russians.
"What's that sound?" Will narrated. "It sounds like… thunder. But wait, it's not thunder. It's a horde of juju zombies. Sir Mike, your action."
Mike, Lucas, and Elvis enjoyed playing. Mike completely forgot about why he woke up in such a bad mood.
"What should I do?" he asked Lucas and Elvis.
"Attack," Lucas suggested.
Mike rolled to attack with his flail. He rolled low.
"You miss," Will narrated. "Your flail hits the stone. The juju advances towards you and…" Will rolled the dice. It was a high number. "The juju bites your arm. Flesh tears! Seven points of damage." He turned to Lucas. "Sir Lucas. The zombie hoard roars! Do you fight back or run?"
Right as Lucas was about to make his move, the phone rang. At once, Mike remembered why he was in such a bad mood. His girlfriend dumped his ass just the day before. Will knew where this was going.
"No, it's a distraction," he said, trying to get his friends to focus on the game. "A trap. Do not answer it."
Mike and Lucas ran for the phone. Mike answered and quickly hung up.
"Telemarketers," he said.
"Maybe we should call them," Lucas suggested.
"Yeah, but what would we say?"
"We'll say nothing!" Will shouted. "The Khuisar tribe still needs your help."
"All right," said Mike. "I'll use my torch to set fire to the chamber, sacrificing ourselves to kill the jujus and save the village. We all live on as heroes in the memories of the Kalamar. Victory."
Mike and Lucas high-fived.
"All right, you win," Will said, upset. He took off his wizard costume and turned the radio off.
Mike realized that what he did was upsetting.
"Will, I was joking," he assured. "We can finish for real. How much longer is the campaign? We'll call the girls afterwards."
"Forget it, Mike," said Will. "I'm going home."
Will ran out of the basement.
Mike ran after Will and saw him getting on his bike.
"Will, you can't go out there," Mike said. "It's raining. And besides, it's a cool campaign. Lucas and I are just not in the mood."
"That's the problem," Will retorted. "You're never in the mood anymore. You're ruining our party. I mean, where's Dustin right now?" Mike didn't answer right away. This was the proof Will needed. "You don't know and you don't care. And obviously he doesn't either, and I don't blame him. You're ruining everything, and for what? So you can swap spit with some stupid girl?"
"Elle's not stupid!" Mike snapped. "It's not my fault that you're gay!"
Mike quickly realized what he said and put his hand over his mouth.
Will's lips trembled and tears formed around his eyes. He got on his bike and biked away.
"Will, wait, please!" Mike called out, but it was too late. Will was already gone.
The pool was closed because of the lightning. Everyone left the pool to go home, except for two particular kids.
Max and Elle approached the man at the front desk.
"Excuse me, sir?" said Max.
"No swimming until thirty minutes after the last strike," said the man. "That's the rule. Sue me."
"We don't care," said Max. "We're not here to swim."
"We found this," Elle added, showing the lifeguard pouch and whistle. "Does it belong to anyone here?"
"Yeah," the man replied. "Heather. I'll get it back to her."
"We could do that ourselves," Max assured.
"You could," said the man. "But she's not here today. What is this?"
"We're just good Samaritans," Max replied.
Elle and Max turned around and saw a picture of Heather. Elle closed her eyes and focused on finding her.
Elle woke up and found herself in the void. In front of her was a red door. She approached the door and opened it.
On the other side of the door was a bathtub. Elle walked closer and saw ice in the tub.
A black-haired woman popped out of the pool, gasping for air.
"Help me," she said.
The woman was pulled back into the ice. Elle jumped in to save her, but the tub disappeared.
Elle opened her eyes, frightened.
"Elle, what happened?" Max asked.
Max noticed the fear in Elle's face. It was worse than last time. She put a hand on her shoulder to comfort her.
Hopper and Joyce made it to the abandoned lab. Once they entered, Joyce remembered the night she lost Bob to the demo-dogs. Thankfully, Hopper snapped her out of it.
"You wanna wait in the car?" he asked.
"I'm fine," Joyce assured.
The duo went deeper into the lab.
Back at the mall, it was Dustin's turn to search for Russians. After a while, he found a man with long blonde hair wearing sunglasses and a black suit carrying a duffel bag.
"Target acquired," he told Barb.
"Where?" asked Barb.
"Ten o'clock. Sam Goody's."
"Give me that." Barb took the binoculars. She saw the guy. "Shit. Duffel bag."
"Evil Russian," the two friends concluded.
The two followed the blonde guy up an escalator. When he turned towards them, they hurried towards the wall, so Barb and Dustin would look like they were looking at shop windows and talking on the phone respectively. When the man turned away, they continued to follow him, until he entered a certain area of the mall.
"Alright everyone," he told a bunch of people in an excited tone. He took off his glasses and opened his bag to reveal a radio. "Who… is ready to sweat?"
The blonde man was actually training a bunch of ladies to do certain exercises that involved shaking butts.
At the Scoops Ahoy, Robin was continuing to read through the translated message. She heard a knock on the backdoor. She went to answer.
A man came to hand Robin a delivery. She gladly took it, but noticed something off. The logo on the man's uniform was "Lynx". She looked behind him when he walked off, and saw a silver cat image on the back of his shirt.
Barb and Dustin returned to the Scoops Ahoy and saw Robin running off. They turned to Steve, who just made a "I don't know" gesture.
Robin ran to the center of the mall, and looked around. She remembered the line, "A trip to China sounds nice." Robin looked around the mall until she found Imperial, a Chinese restaurant.
Afterwards, she flipped her page, and read the line, "If you tread lightly". After a bit of looking, she found "Kaufman Shoes", a store that sells high heels.
Finally, she remembered, "When blue meets yellow in the west". Robin found a clock with a yellow minute hand and a blue hour hand.
Steve, Barb, and Dustin approached Robin.
"What's going on?" asked Steve.
"I did it," Robin replied excitedly. "I cracked the code."
At the Post, Nancy was making some coffee for his bosses. She opened a cupboard when something popped out that scared her. It was just a fake rat taped onto the door. She then heard laughing coming from behind.
"Careful, it might have rabies," Bruce teased. "You might wanna get rid of it. You can't have it eating the tires off your car."
Nancy got upset and stormed into Jonathan's room. She tossed him the rat.
"They said they wanted proof," said Nancy. "Let's give it to them."
"What?" said Jonathan. "This fake rat?"
"No. The real rat. Driscoll's rat. You said it yourself, it looks sick. We can take it to an animal control center, they can run blood tests, figure out what's wrong…"
"Slow down. He didn't ask us for proof. He asked us to drop the story."
"That's because he didn't believe us."
"Nancy."
"I'm right."
"That's not the point."
"Then what is the point?"
"You should've thought about that before you talked to them. They're assholes, I get it. But it's just a stupid story. It's stupid to get fired over."
"No one's gonna fire us. If you don't wanna go, fine. Just give me the keys."
Jonathan reluctantly handed over the keys. "You're relentless, you know that? Come on."
Back at the lab, Hopper entered the blocked off room. The room where the gate once was. They looked at the wall where the gate once was. There was still some damage, but the gate wasn't there.
"Noone's home," said Hopper. "All the cavities have been filled. I watched them do it, Joyce. It's over."
"I feel like I'm losing my mind," said Joyce.
"You're not. Not any more as I am. The other day, I almost shot a dog because it came rushing behind me, and I thought it was one of those things. You know I'm keeping an eye on things, right? Because it's important to me that you and your family feel safe. I want you to feel like this place can be your home." Hopper saw the look on Joyce's face. "What? You didn't think I'd find out about that? Gary called me. He said he's fixing up your house to put it on the market. Do your kids know yet?" Joyce sighed. Hopper sat down next to Joyce and continued talking. "After Sarah, I had to get away. I had to get the hell out of that place. Outrun those memories. I mean, why do you think I ended up back here? But you have something I never had. You have people that understand what you've been through, that care about you, right here in Hawkins."
Hopper leaned towards Joyce. Before Joyce could process what was happening, their lips locked onto each other.
When Joyce pulled out of the kiss, she was unsure of herself. It hadn't even been a year since she lost Bob. She wasn't sure if she wanted to go through with this. It was too soon.
Before Joyce had any more time to process, they both heard a noise. Hopper left the room to investigate, telling Joyce to stay put.
Hopper followed the noise to another nearby room.
Mike, Lucas, and Elvis biked over to Will's house. Mike knocked on the door.
"Will, it's me!" he shouted. "I'm sorry. I was a total asshole. Please, can you just come outside so we can talk?"
Elvis went to the window, and looked inside. He didn't find Will inside.
Will was at his old fort, Castle Byers. He looked at all his drawings as he remembered his campaigns with his friends, and all the good times they had together, before he got taken by the demogorgon. He looked at one particular photo of when he and the boys were the ghostbusters, just that last Halloween. To think how much things have changed since then.
"Stupid," he muttered. "So stupid." He tore that picture. He then grabbed all the other pictures and tore them up. "Stupid. Stupid. Stupid."
He then grabbed a bat and started tearing the fort down. The fort he and his brother spent years building, gone.
Will then felt the tingle on the back of his neck again.
Before he had time to process it, he felt a hand touch his shoulder. He looked behind him. It was Mike.
"Hey Will," said Mike. "I'm sorry for what I said back there. I was stupid and not thinking straight. I'm completely over Elle now, hell, we're both over our obsession with girls. Now, let's finish that campaign, shall we?"
Will smiled. He hugged his friend. They both took hands and ran out of the woods together.
Mike, Lucas, and Elvis searched the area of the woods for Castle Byers. They needed to check if he was there.
After a while, they found Castle Byers. It was torn down. Will was nowhere to be found.
Mike looked inside and looked at the torn up photos. One of them was the drawing Will showed him all those years ago, the day when Will told him he was gay.
Mike fell to his knees and cried. He felt nothing but self-hatred for hurting Will. Worst of all, it was too late to fix anything.
Nancy and Jonathan returned to Driscoll's house.
"Are we sure she's even home?" Jonathan asked.
"She's in her eighties and it's pouring," Nancy replied.
Nancy opened the door, which was conveniently unlocked. She looked around the house, Jonathan reluctantly following. They went down to the basement. They slowly walked down the creaky steps and turned on the light. They saw more torn up fertilizer bags on the floor. What they saw next was shocking.
They went into the next room to see not a rat eating the fertilizer, but Mrs. Driscoll herself. The site was frightening.
Outside the back of the mall, Dustin, Barb, Steve, and Robin were watching as figures walked into a room.
The area was guarded by very tough looking men with big guns. It was clear by the looks on their faces that they meant business. It didn't help that they spoke to each other in Russian.
The group ran back inside before they could be seen.
"I guess we found our Russians," said Robin.
At the lab, Hopper was searching the lab for any possible intruders. He followed the scraping noises to a certain room. The door was open three inches.
"This is Hawkins Chief of Police!" Hopper yelled. "Come out with your hands up!"
When there was no reply, Hopper burst the door open. He looked around but found no one…
In front of him. A man snuck up from behind and started beating Hopper to a pulp.
Joyce came into the room in search of Hopper, knowing he was gone for too long. She found him on the ground, beaten.
She then heard the sound of an engine. She looked out the window to see a man driving away on a motorcycle.
Elle and Max went over to the house Elle saw in the void.
Elle used her powers to open the front door.
When they entered, they heard laughing. They followed the laughing into the dining room. They saw Billy sitting with a man and woman.
"Max," Billy greeted upon seeing her.
"Sorry, we didn't mean to… barge in," said Max. "We tried to knock, but maybe you didn't hear us over the storm."
"I'm sorry, who is this dripping all over my room?" asked the man.
"Sorry," said Billy. "Janet, Tom, this is my sister, Max. What on earth are you doing here?"
"We wanted to make sure everything was okay," Max explained.
"Where is she?" Elle asked sternly.
"Where's who?" asked Billy.
"They're a little burnt, I'm sorry," said a voice.
Everyone turned to see Heather walking into the room.
"Heather, this is Max and…" Billy said before turning to Elle. "I didn't catch your name."
"Elle," Elle replied. "What were you saying? You were looking for someone?"
Elle looked to Heather, confused as to why she looked okay despite everything she saw in the void. Before Elle could explain that stuff, Max stepped in. "Your manager said you didn't come to work today, so we got worried."
"Heather wasn't feeling hot today," said Billy. "So we thought we'd take the day off to nurse her back to health. But you're feeling fine now, aren't you, Heather?"
"I'm feeling so much better," said Heather. "You want a cookie? They're fresh out of the oven."
Elle and Max quickly left the house, though they each took a cookie for the road.
Billy watched as the girls left before returning to the dinner table.
"Everything alright?" asked Heather.
"Yeah," Billy replied.
"Your sister didn't wanna stay?"
"No. She isn't really a people person. They'll be fine."
Janet reached for her wine, but she got a little flimsy and spilled the wine on the tablecloth.
"Sorry," she apologized, before she started to feel tired. "I think I need to lie down."
Karen walked off to her room to lie down, but she collapsed.
Tom ran to help Janet. Billy and Heather's eyes turned soulless as they got up too. Heather took the wine bottle and hit Tom in the head, knocking him out.
"Don't worry, Daddy," said Heather. "It will all be over soon."
A.N.
So, first thing I wanna mention. I said before that Hopper was at his worst in Season 2 during his argument with Elle. After rewatching episode 3 of Season 3, I'm starting to reconsider that. Hopper was a total dick to Joyce, getting all mad at her for ditching him. That felt really out of character. I changed it so that he hardly cares about that.
Speaking of characters being at their absolute worst, Mike was definitely at his worst in that episode. What he said was very harsh, and worst of all, he doesn't really face any real consequences for his actions.
Though, to be fair, Will wasn't really a saint either. I wouldn't say he was at his absolute worst at that moment, but it's close. Forcing the kids to play DnD when they clearly weren't in the mood for it wasn't a good move either.
Still, that doesn't justify the hurtful things Mike said. He really got off too easily then.
My plan is to go more into detail on this plotline, that way we can have both Mike and Will truly grow as people and it wouldn't feel half-baked.
Will was lured away by a false version of Mike. It was an idea I had for a while now, and went back and forth on whether I should go with it or not. In the end, I decided to go for it.
Anyway, that's all worth mentioning. Thanks for reading. Be sure to favorite, follow, and review.