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"you're so vain, you probably think this song is about you"
Katarina Henderson knows many things, but there's something she just can't figure out...what Nancy Wheeler sees in Steve Harrington
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇
two teens hate ea...
"under sweet autumnal skins is our myth dispelled" -i'm taking off (shield your eyes), space knife
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˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ Hopper drove well over the speed limit to the Byers house, jankily parking in the lawn when they arrived.
The five rushed inside, for some reason not as fazed by the complete disaster everything was on the inside. Kat took a moment to stop and stare at the state of the living room. There were Christmas lights strung on the ceiling, the alphabet painted on the wall, furniture lying on its side.
Jonathan lead the way into Will's room, which was also a mess. They searched for the walkie, Mrs. Byers finding it under the bed. She handed it to Nancy.
"Mike? Are you there? Mike?" she said, looking uneasy. "Mike, it's me, Nancy." She handed the walkie to Kat.
"Dustin, it's Kat. If you're there, then please pick up," she spoke into the walkie, biting the inside of her cheek. "We need you to answer. This is an emergency, Dustin."
Hopper grabbed the walkie from Kat. "Listen, kid, this is the chief. If you're there, pick up. We know you're in trouble and we know about the girl. We can protect you, we can help you, but you gotta pick up. Are you there? Do you copy? Over."
No response.
Hopper set the walkie on the dresser, asking everyone if they had any other ideas.
"Yeah, I copy."
Kat gave a terrified, relieved look to Nancy. Nancy returned the same one.
"It's Mike. I'm here. We're here."
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˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ It was night when Hopper made it back to the Byers house.
When his car pulled into the driveway, Kat was the first person out the door, immediately pulling Dustin into a hug.
Nancy's gaze trailed to Mike's right, seeing a young girl with a shaved head wearing her old clothes. "Is that my dress?" she asked, sort of smiling.
