When she got back to Hawkins, to her own world, she was going to learn how to drive properly; this was rather fun. Sure, she had needed to try hard not to draw any attention to herself as she drove from Larkhill, drawing upon the knowledge she'd stolen to help her drive the car, and travel to London.

As she struggled to get comfortable in the driver's seat, Eleven reflected on the whole mess which got her into this mess.

She had just killed the Demogorgon in the school, but she had been severely weakened by the events leading up to it, and while the bath had given her the basic rest she'd needed, it was not enough, and the stress of fighting off the Bad Men, and meeting up with Papa again had not helped in the least.

But she had attacked the Demogorgon which had cornered her and Mike in the classroom, knowing if she didn't, it would kill them both…especially Mike. She had torn the monster apart, but she had done….more; her original plan was to just throw the remains of the Demogorgon back into the Upside Down, so she had opened a portal, but she had stepped through it, partly in the hopes of getting away from the Lab.

But then she had returned to her senses, and she had tried to find a way out…and then she had found herself here, in Britain. Still weak from the overuse of her powers, and tired from the battle, Eleven had left the new gate…only to be captured by soldiers, who had seen what she'd done with her mind, and then she had been attacked and found herself in Larkhill.

But now she had taken the memories and knowledge from someone else, something she felt sickened by and yet the knowledge she had taken made her feel as if her brain had lit up with the new knowledge, Eleven tried to consider her options. She knew enough of the people here, even before she'd stolen the memories and knowledge to know they were evil. They lashed out at anything that was different, and she was different; these people would not hesitate to harm her.

She had to keep clear of them. She knew there was a secret police out there, which was dangerous enough to lull her and others into a false sense of security. Eleven made the conscious decision to avoid everyone she met, anyone could be out there. She snorted to herself, remembering how scared she was of 'the bad men,' but now they had gone up a couple of notches.

The horn of a car nearby made her jolt back to the present, and she concentrated on her drive back to the city. Eleven needed to find the gate, sure it was still there as nobody in this place and time even knew what the Upside Down was. But she couldn't help but wonder if this evil regime could not do with the Demogorgons invading them.

But what about those who weren't supporters of the regime?

The memories she'd taken showed many of the inmates at Larkhill, the ones experimented on, tortured day and night, didn't want to a part of this mess. They didn't ask for the atrocities meted out on them, and she had no right to destroy their lives, even if she felt the ones running the regime, the ones who destroyed everything that was different, deserved it.

Thinking about Larkhill made Eleven think a little bit about the man she had met, while she was escaping. She had the assistant's memories, telling her he had been experimented on, tortured… but he was a thoughtful, intelligent man. She only hoped he made it out and survived.

She had nothing here, but she would return to the gate. She'd go through it, seal it from the other side, and trap the Demogorgons here, and then she would leave the regime to clean up the mess, and she would return to Hawkins. Thanks to the memories and knowledge she had, and the confidence gleaned from the person she'd taken it from, she had some ideas of how to find her way back to Hawkins, back to Mike, and hopefully the rest of her friends.

Eleven needed to find a bath. She could use it to find the gates leading into the Upside Down, and seal them shut from there before she made her way to Hawkins….

So why was she reluctant?

Eleven remembered the time she had spent with Mike, Dustin, and Lucas, as they'd tried to find Will, she remembered Dustin and Lucas being suspicious of her the whole time, while Mike had shown her blind faith. And how had she repaid him for that? She had hindered their search for the Gate by manipulating the compass needle. She didn't blame Lucas for losing his temper and lashing out, she would have done the same if it had been her own friend.

As she drove into the city, Eleven realised she could help. She could use the bath and find the Gate to take her home…but at the same time, she could use it to track down anyone in the resistance and she could join them.

Mind made up, Eleven drove the car through the streets, seeing the numerous checkpoints and police out on patrol. The streets were deserted. It took her the best part of an hour to find a closed swimming pool. Eleven slowed the car down and parked in a relatively shadowy corner, and she studied the building from the outside. It wasn't the most ideal place to hate the bath, but it would do for now.

-8-

Breaking into the building was simple, and once she was inside she destroyed the alarm system. She had enough memories, personal and taken, to know better than to hope for mercy. She explored the building, she went to the main swimming pool area, choosing the smaller and shallower pool for her purposes.

Taking the goggles she'd stolen, Eleven slowly entered the pool and she entered the void…..

Within moments, she had the information she needed. Eleven knew the only way to properly deal with Norsefire, was to end it for good or cripple it until it was out of the way. Eleven didn't care about what made these people this monstrous, but as she got back into the car and turned on the engine, she switched the radio on.

Instantly she was bombarded by the ranting of the man she knew from the memories she had taken as Lewis Prothero, and she winced.

"….anyway, we've got those Aussies ranting about us, about the way we are killing the Muslims, the migrants, the queers, and the blacks. They've forgotten their place, which is beneath us. They can talk, can't they? They're descended from the riff-raff of this country, right? They're just sore we dumped their ancestors in that desert they call home. Actually, why don't we send all of the rubbish to them, see how they cope?!"

Eleven shut off the radio. The woman she had stolen her memories from had long memories of these rants from the man to the point she had to take paracetamols and she usually always shut him off.

But if she played her cards right, then she would end the Norsefire regime for good.