Trapped

Road Trip

"Let me see the map." Lyn reaches back to try and grab the road atlas book from Dustin.

"No, it's not my map skills, Steve obviously took a wrong turn while I was sleeping." He kept it out of her reach.

"I don't think so, you've been up since we entered Maine and I follow all your directions and we're still not there yet. We should have been there like two hours ago." Steve screams.

"Pull up to this drug store." She points to the building.

"What? Are you crazy? You don't ask for directions in a small hick town like this? That is how horror movies start." Dustin screeches as Steve pulls into a parking spot in front of the store.

"You know the same thing can be said about Hawkins." She took off her seat belt and opened her door.

Dustin got out of the car to whisper to her. "The same thing should be said about Hawkins, one wrong turn in the woods and your Demogorgon food."

Steve sighs as he gets out and locks the car to follow them into the store. The drive to Portland, Maine from Hawkins was supposed to be about 16 hours. Lyn drove the first half and he drove the last. It was supposed to be eight hours of driving for him, but with Dustin's misdirection, it was ten hours. They weren't even where they were supposed to be.

Dustin was nagging her about the dangers of asking small-town people directions. "Shut the hell up, Dustin." Lyn turns around to hiss at him. "Look, I won't ask for direction. But, I do have to ask where the hell we are. Your map doesn't mean anything if you don't have a starting point." She whispers to him. She wanted to yell but wasn't about to announce to everyone in the store that her brother was insulting them when she needed their help.

"Let's get drinks and snacks while we're here." Steve grabbed a basket and put three water bottles in it. He throws in a bag of Cheetos for Lyn. She seems to like any chips that would make her fingers change colors. Dustin went over to throw a few three musketeer bars into the basket. He grabs a bag of trail mix for himself.

Lyn grabs the basket and walks up to the counter. A man in a white lab coat with the name tag Nobert Keene was standing behind it. She put the basket on the counter.

"Hey, you're not from around here are you? I think I would remember a pretty face like yours." The man leers at her as he rang up her stuff.

"Yeah, we're from Hawkins." She had to reframe herself from making a gross-out face. This man looked old enough to be her father. He was looking at her like she was a stripper offering him a free lap dance.

"Hawkins?" He put her items into a plastic bag.

"It's a small town outside of Chicago." She explains it the best way to someone who didn't live in Illinois.

"Where we have family and friends who would notice if we went missing," Dustin popped up from behind her. Steve slapped him in the back of his head. "Aw, what was that for?" He rubs the sore spot.

Keene shot Dustin a weird look before turning back to Lyn. "That would be thirteen fifty-two." He told her.

"I got the exact change." Steve pulled out his wallet to give it to the man.

"I hope you guys have a good time in Derry." He hands the bag to Steve.

"Thanks." Dustin grabs his sister and pulls her out of the store. They got the information they needed. He didn't want her to give the man any more information than she already did.

Steve put the bag on the passenger seat. Dustin took out the atlas book and turned it to the Maine section. "I don't see Derry. Either that old man lied to us or we weren't even in Maine." He glared at Steve like he was the one that got them lost.