"Wind skimped all the way up her matted dress. Her internal chill couldn't be warmed anymore; it couldn't be warmed by a blanket or a jacket, but a person rather." (Eleven/Mike)

Mike Wheeler: 18 years old. Works a uninteresting job at a dive restaurant not far from his home. No more than 10 people enter the restaurant a day. But, one day, out of those slim 10 people, a familiar face stumbles through the doors.