𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 ...! ୨୧ ⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔♡⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔ ୨୧ 009. ┊ 𝘩𝑎𝑤𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑠' 𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑒 ― ❪ son of a bitch. you're really no help at all ❫
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━━━━━ 𝓙ohn Danvers knocked on the Byers' door repeatedly, only to have no response. The man continued to bang on the door only for it to swing open showcasing a confused Mike Wheeler. "Hey, is Joyce here?" Mike nodded and stepped aside allowing the trio in.
"Hey." Elena greeted with an awkward smile to which the boy nodded, still confused with the entire situation.
The four entered the kitchen as Will spoke to his mother.
"Whose in trouble, baby?" Joyce asked with furrowed brows.
"Hopper." Both Will and Elena said in unison.
Joyce and Will looked over to the four seeing John now holding up Elena's sketch that mimicked Will's own. Only difference was it was outside of Elena's window and not the front of the Wheeler's home.
"Can't you like..." Sam gestured with his hands to his head as Elena stared at her brother blankly, Sam pressed his lips into a thin line.
"Sam's right, you can't narrow it down?" Joyce asked trying to not come across pushy or disrespectful towards the teenager; which Elena appreciated whereas her father didn't.
"She doesn't know. I already told you."
"Well, maybe she saw something or heard something that can narrow it down." Joyce suggested as John shook his head.
"We don't even know what she can do and I'm not puttin' my daughter's life in danger." He snapped.
"I would never ask you to, let alone let her do it either. But, maybe if she can go back—"
"It doesn't work like that." Elena spoke up rubbing her temples, nursing a headache she had developed since arriving to the Byers' home. "I can't control it. It just... happens." She said in a defeated tone, knowing she wasn't exactly a help. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay, sweetie." Joyce said placing her hand on the girl's forearm sending John a glare who rolled his eyes. "Knowing you and Will saw him, least we know he's alive. We just have to find him." She nodded as Mike called them into the kitchen.
Will stared at the picture in front of him.
"Hey, is this where you saw him?" Joyce asked her son who looked up at her, "Is this where you saw Hopper?" She stuttered.
"I think so. Yeah." Will nodded.
Joyce, Sam, Mike, Elena and John began looking around the house that had been littered with trails of drawings. Elena eyed the trails as her brows furrowed, they seemed familiar to her.
