" Mom, I'm home! Sorry I took so long to come back. I was out visiting the Sinclair's. Sue says hi, by the way, and... I.." Melissa, shocked being a subtlety statement to say the least, feels her mouth become ajar placing down her grey Prada purse on the single-person sofa. Joyce had suspended store bought lights, in disarray, on each corner to her house." Oh. S-Sweetie. Come here. I know just how this looks, to you, I am sorry you had come home to see this. But you won't believe what I have seen. These .. the lights, Milly honey. Will is attempting to talk to us. Again." Joyce takes Melissa by her hand bringing her to a spot un-der one set of Christmas lights.
" Will. Melissa, your Milly, she is here. Can you turn the lights on for her? Baby? Will if you can hear us, can you do that for mommy, please?"
Maintaining a breath of air, from escaping out of her lungs, Milly little by little takes in the flicker of those lights her mother hung. 'That's not possible. I have seen these before. Those spores. I've seen them before. Does mom not see what I do?'.
Similar looking to ash dots dance in her vision, and Melissa blinks it away causing those dust-like particles to go away. " See. He..he's here. I just don't know where. Say something, Milly, go on." Uncertain on how she should speak to her little brother, she says the first thing that came to mind. His nickname.
" Willy-Wonka? I bought you your favourite chocolate from New York. It's real Rich and it'll make you sick."
For the first time since his disappearance, giggles were heard out of Joyce.
" There is that silly lil' name you gave him, again. He hates that film."
'Are we expecting guests?' Milly goes to answer the door, as Joyce follows behind her girl to see who is visiting, and reveals Karen wheeler. She, and her family, live two streets from the Byers residence in a cal-de-sac. Youthful in her features, as she appears, it's hard to believe her age is in the forties. Ted wheeler is a Monotone man— doesn't really pay attention to his family unless there is trouble. Reading his daily news paper. Melissa sees a flash of surprise spread on Karen's features.
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