Halley's comet | Steve Harrington

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"𝑫𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆,"

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The pleasantries were skipped, when asked to come in. No offer of coffee, and not even an awkward attempt at small talk. Hopper sat at their dining table, his two cohorts standing beside him, while Joyce's hand steadied her while facing them. Back to where she had originally begun the horror of the day, Halley was sitting on the counter, with Jonathan beside her.

"It was just lying there?" Joyce croaked, looking directly at Hopper, he nodded.

Twiddling her fingers in her sweat stricken hands, Halley spoke, drawing the attention to her, "Did you, uh, did it have any... blood on it?" She cringed at the word, and refused to look up from the little white line in her fingernail. She held her breath, waiting for the worst to come.

"No, no blood," Hopper said calmly. She let out her breath and nodded. Good. That was good.

After the knowledge of such, the sudden 'oh no' was replaced to a face much similar to the one Joyce wore when dialing Lonnie's number. After cursing an alleged teen for hanging up on her. "If you found the bike out there, then why are you here?"

The man next to Hopper, Calhoun, Halley recognized, put out his hand in a 'calm down' manner. Joyce looked about ready to hit him. "The kid had a key to the house right?" he asked, ignoring the death glare. Joyce nodded. "So maybe he came home."

There was a scoff, and Halley and Jonathan braced themselves if the need for them to restrain their mother from attacking the officer became necessary. "You think I didn't check my own house?"

Calhoun shook his head, "no that's not what I'm saying..." he trailed off, and the three remaining Byers, and the three officers, were left in a challenging silence, until Joyce finally relented, leading Hopper down the hallway and to the backdoor. Calhoun followed shortly after, leaving the teens with Phil.

"I know you're trying to help, but we've already looked everywhere," Halley said, pulling the sleeves of her shirt over her hands. "Will isn't here."

The sound of the back door opening creaked through the kitchen, and the pitter patter of Chester's paws came shortly there after. His tail stuck behind his legs as he whined. Halley frowned, and slid off the counter, kneeling down to her dog's height. He had never acted like that before.

Phil seemed interested in this. "His behavior is out of the ordinary?" he asked Jonathan, as Halley scratched behind Chester's ears, cooing little compliments in a high pitched voice as she did so.

"Yeah, kind of, I guess. He probably just saw a big animal or something, we live by woods, maybe there was a coyote." He sounded like he was trying to convince himself far more than anyone else.