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8. Why Are You Apologizing?

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"NOT TO BE A WIMP, but can I sit in the car? Cause this is gonna totally and royally suck." Robin begged, tapping her foot anxiously.

"It'll be fine." Nancy replied, tightening her grip on the steering wheel.

"I can't stand to see those dull eyes of Eddie's break again. I really, really can't." Robin whined, covering her eyes.

"At least he can drink himself into feeling better." Steve piped in, spewing a few crumbs from his mouth in the process. He quickly raised a pack of beers, knocking a grocery bag over.

"I know you're having fun eating, but Steven if you touch my Cheetos-"

"I heard you the first time." Steve mumbled, cutting Y/N off. He waved the bag of chips in Y/N's face who turned to glare at him.

"Dustin, watch him." Y/N instructed, turning back in her seat.

"Why don't we give it a trial? Hey, Eddie. Uh, good news first this time. We got you some Dustin-approved junk food and that six-pack you requested. Oh yeah, and we found Vecna." Robin rambled, starting to freak out. "Bad news is that he's in that other, darker, much scarier dimension, and the gate's closed, so we have no way of getting to him. He's entirely shut off to us, so basically you're screwed. And, no, I know you were already screwed, but now you're doubly, triply screwed."

"Wait. Maybe we don't put it like that." Lucas suggested.

"We're one step closer to finding Vecna. That's what we say. That's what's important." Nancy added, keeping her eyes focused on the road.

"See, Robin? Positive spin can make all the difference." Steve called out, tossing his chips at Dustin.

"Uh-huh," Robin replied dryly.

"Oh shit." Nancy exclaimed, calling their attention to the pile-up of cop cars and reporters. As Nancy parked, they quickly climbed out of the vehicle and joined the crowd. With Nancy in the lead, she ushered the group behind a news van. Peaking over the caution tape, they listened to the officer's interview.

"As many of you know, the Roane County line received a call a little after midnight...reporting a homicide here on the lake. Officer Callahan here and myself arrived first on the scene. We made our way to the shore of Lover's Lake, about ten yards from that house you see behind me. It was there that we found the victim, an 18-year-old senior from Hawkins High, Patrick McKinney."

"Oh my God." Lucas whispered.

"We have also identified a person of interest. Eddie Munson. We encourage anyone with information to please come forward."

"Oh man. This is not good. Really not good." Steve sighed, shaking his head.

"You probably have a lot of questions, and I'm going to answer as many as I can. Two o'clock at town hall, where anyone from the Hawkins community is welcome. But right now, I've got work to do, and I appreciate your understanding."

"Dustin, can you hear me? Wheeler?" Eddie's voice cried out, startling the group. Dustin rushed to answer, seeing the fact that they were just feet away from who they were hiding Eddie.

"Eddie. Holy shit are you okay?" Dustin blurted into the walkie-talkie.

"Nah, man. Pr-pretty goddamn far from okay." Eddie groaned, stumbling over his words.