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Jonathan had taken Nancy home, then he dropped Maddie off. Steve had been looking for her all day, a sick feeling in his stomach that something was wrong. His friends waited in the car as he climbed up onto the canopy outside Maddie's window, having forgot his keys.
He peaked his head over the window edge, his face falling when he saw Jonathan wrap a blanket around her shoulders, the girl resting head head on his shoulder. Steve scowled under his breath, jumping off the canopy and storming back over to the car.
He slammed the door, turning on the engine and speeding down the street. "Is she okay?" Carol asked, leaning forward from the backseat.
"She's fine."
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Maddie flinched when her phone started ringing, sitting up and holding it to her ear. Jonathan had left to check on Nancy about ten minutes before, leaving Maddie asleep on her bed. "Hello?"
"Mad? It's Hopper, did you take that picture from the lab, by any chance?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Meet me at Joyce's, bring the picture." He told her before the line went dead, Maddie groaning and slipping her boots and jacket back on. She grasped her car keys as she ran out the door, making sure the picture was still in her pocket.
She arrived outside the Byers in only fifteen minutes, slamming the car door shut and jogging up to the house. "Hey, come on." Hopper opened the door, "You got the picture?"
"Yeah, here." She unfolded it and placed it down on the wooden table, Joyce shooting up.
"Wasn't Will." She smiled, holding a picture Will had drawn, no stick people to be seen.
Hopper stood up, "Earl... The night that Benny died, Earl said he saw some kid with a shaved head with Benny." He started, Maddie and Joyce following him into the living room, where there were papers scattered around the table. "Now, I pressed him, he said it might be Will, but maybe..."
"Wait... Maybe, it wasn't?" Joyce spoke, Maddie running a hand through her hair.
"Oh my god... Eleven." She muttered, their head snapping up to meet her.
