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The group made their way to the Wheeler family's home

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The group made their way to the Wheeler family's home. As men dressed in suits removed boxes from their automobiles, they all stood on the hill and observed. "I have to go home." They were all staring at Nancy as she said that.

"No, you can't." Gazing through binoculars at the home, Hopper said.

"My mom... my dad are there." Nancy let out a loud cry. Nancy began to march in the direction of the home, ignoring Hopper's remarks. Hopper took hold of her and drew her back in their direction.

"Hey! Listen to me..Listen to me -The last thing in the world we need is them knowing you're mixed up in all this." Hopper warned her.

"Mike is over there"

"They haven't found him. Not yet, at least." The chopper was circling the town when they all looked up. Bailey questioned the genuine purpose of all of this.

"For Mike?" Nancy asked, surprised filled her face.

"Look, we need to find them before they do. Do you have any idea where he might have gone?" Hopper asked.

"No..I don't.... I don't know. We haven't talked a lot." Nancy admitted as she looked down.

"Look, is there any place that your...your parents don't know about that he might go?" Joyce questioned.

"I might." Johnathan said, grabbing everyone's attention.

"What?"

"I don't know where he is, but I think I know how to ask him." stated Joanathan.

"We will follow you." Almos spoke from where they stood, and Bailey looked at his father before returning to the others.

𐬽𐬼𐬽

They all arrived to the Byers house and wasted little time getting inside. They walked inside the house. Bailey looked about at the lights that surrounding the area and the massive letters in the centre of the space. "What in the world." He mumbled while gazing around.

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