/ "and i have to speculate that god himself did make us into corresponding shapes like puzzle pieces from the clay" /
Michelle "Mickey" Hopper has a lot of problems. An alcoholic father ignoring the loss of his youngest daughter, her sister, Sarah...
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...Sunday, November 4, 1984... should i stay or should i go - the clash
Through the process of Hopper, Mike, and the Byers trying to communicate with Will, it became clear that the boy wasn't going to give them anything verbally. But Hopper caught onto a familiar pattern in the tapping of his fingers. A system that he'd used to talk to El from across town.
"What happened?" Dustin asked as the group came back to the house.
They crowded around Hopper as he sat down at the table, focusing on the little dots and dashes he was drawing. "I think he's talking, just not with words," he said.
"Wait, what is that?" Steve asked from behind Mickey's shoulder.
"Morse code," both Mickey and the party responded. The blonde made eye contact with her father, a significance hanging between them that no one else could decipher.
Hopper slowly spelled out the translation. "H-E-R-E." The party repeated the message as it became apparent.
Jonathan and Joyce shared a look at this glimmer of hope.
"Will's still in there," Hopper said. "He's talking to us."
The group split up once again, those closest to Will regailing their favorite and most fond memories of him while Hopper quietly sent back the message through the walkie talkie stashed behind his back. The message reached the Byers' kitchen where they sat around a translation sheet that, it turned out, Mickey didn't even need. She deciphered each of the letters as they came through while Nancy took down the message.
"Should I Stay or Should I go" played loudly from the shed.
C-L-O-S-E-G-A-T-E.
"Close gate," they said in unison as they stood over the hard-earned message.
And then it all went to shit.
The phone trilled out a loud ring. Dustin ran over quickly, hanging it up as he cursed loudly. When it rang a second time, Nancy ripped it out of the wall and threw it down the hallway.
"Do you think he heard that?" Max questioned.
"It's just a phone," Steve said. "It could be anywhere. Right?"
Wrong.
Hopper, Mike, and the Byers rapidly returned from the shed, slamming the door behind them just as a roar arose from the surrounding trees. "That's not good," Dustin said testily.
"Hey! Hey, get away from the windows!" Hopper scolded as he entered the living room with two large guns. He kept the machine gun in his hand, offering the shotgun to Jonathan. "Do you know how to use this?"
"I can," Nancy said confidently, cutting off her boyfriend's stutters.
Mickey dug through their bags from the bus and handed Steve's bat back to him, gun in her own hand. Her eyes lingered on the golf club alongside them and decided to put it to good use, tossing it to Mike who was in desperate need of a weapon.
