It was dark.
Everywhere was dark, except for a fort and a boy with raven hair.
Eleven walked slowly toward him. He was talking into a walkie-talkie. A big one. Eleven knew him.
"Mike." She called out desperately but quietly. Mike looked up, right at her, without seeing her. She felt tears brimming her eyes.
"Eleven, are you there? If you're there, please, say something. Say something." He spoke into the walkie-talkie.
She said nothing.
All she could do was wish she was with there with him.
She wished she could hold Mike's hand again, to hug him again, to kiss him again.
But it had been so much time, 345 days, and she doubted she'd ever see him again.
Only in her head.
