Hopper and Mike end up choosing the garden shed as the destinated place to put him ad everyone begins to move things around. Doing their part to help make the place unrecognizable. At one point, Steve and Nancy were left alone in the shed to I assume talk so Jonathan kept me company. Dustin and Lucas went out alone for the trash bin together and I saw through the window that they seemed to be making up.

Jonathan carried Will and put him in the taped up chair. They tied a rope around him so he couldn't get free. We prepare loudspeakers and Joyce has a tranquilizer in prepare. They have the lights as well. Bright ones.

"All right, you ready?" Hopper asks in a hushed tone.

"Yeah."

Not everyone is in the room with Joyce. Just Hopper, Jonathan, Mike, Joyce and me. Both Jonathan and Joyce wanted me to be in the room with them. Mike agreed to it after some little convincing because of what I knew and my friendship with Jonathan and Will. Hopper with the three wanting me to go also allowed me to tag inside.

He pulls something out, something to wake Will up. He dips it in cotton and brings the cotton to his nose. With a sudden gasp, Will shoots up and his eyes grow wide.

Will darts his brown eyes around slowly, the light blaring his face. Mike, Me, Joyce, Hopper and Jonathan stand around, but not crowding him. Will struggles a little, still looking around. This is a completely different change from what I last saw him in.

"What? What? What is this?" Will grunts. He keeps looking around and struggling with his grip.

"What? What is this?"

Will looks toward me, searching for some kind of hope. Then Mike. Then Jonathan. Then Joyce. Then Hopper.

"Why am I tied up?"

Joyce crouches down in front of him. "Will, we just wanna talk to you. We're not gonna hurt you."

"Where am I?" He then looks directly up at me and I feel myself freeze for a moment.

Hopper takes a deep breath then steps up to Will. "You recognize this?"

I feel a soft hand on my shoulder and I look toward Jonathan. I give him a weak smile and turn to Mike. He stands there thoughtfully, but I can tell even he is tense.

"Do you recognize this?"

Will shakes his head, breathing heavy.

"Hey." Joyce whispers.

"We wanna help you. But to do that, we have to understand how to kill it."

"Why am I tied up?" Will shouts. I jump stunned which catches Mike's attention as I feel Joyce's choice of words should of been better.

He keeps repeating that. Why am I tied up? Which is something even I can tell Will wouldn't normally do. My eyes widen and I take a step back.

It's frightening in itself. But it disturbs me more...it reminds me of what Finley was doing...

"Let me go! Let me go! Let me go! Let me go!" The lights begin to flicker as Will continues to shout and not even listen to Hopper or Joyce. His voice becomes less like his own and this is scaring Mike as well now.

Hopper holds him tight as he continues to shout. Eventually, his words become his own voice again and he begins to slow down with shouting. Until he hunches over a little and Hopper can let go of holding him, the lights stop flickering. I let out a silent sigh, turning to Mike.

Neither of us wanted to see that...

Joyce goes to sit on the chair and she looks at Will. Will pants, looking at her with no words.

"Do you know what March 22nd is?" She asks.

That was fairly recent. Could it be!?

"It's your birthday. Your. Birthday."

He stares silently at her. Sitting up a little. I glance at Will and rub the back of my neck. All his birthdays, special with his best mates. His loving mother and caring brother. And I've only met him this year...

"When you turned eight, I gave you that huge box of crayons. Do you remember that? It was 120 colors. And your friends. They got you Star Wars toys, but all you wanted to do is draw with all your new colors."

I see Mike standing there, stunned. Even looking a little broken. I give him a sad look sharing somewhat of his pain, then back to Will.

"And you drew this big spaceship, but it wasn't from a movie. It It was your spaceship. A rainbow ship is what you called it. And you must have used every color in the box. I took that with me to Melvad's and I put it up and I told everyone who came in, My son drew this. And you were so embarrassed. But I was so proud. I was so, so proud."

I look behind me as Jonathan's breath shakes a little. I gulp, my heart sinking.

"Do you remember the day dad left?"

Oh, God.

Will silently turns to Jonathan and I. Jonathan goes over to Joyce and crouches down. "We stayed up all night building castle Byers...just the way you drew it. And it took so long because you were so bad at hammering."

Both Jonathan and Joyce chuckle softly and a small smile curls onto my lips. "You'd miss the nail every time."

I see Will's lips quiver and I put my hands behind my back silently. Mike turns to me and I look at him. I give him a sad look.

Why am I even here if I have nothing to say to him? I look down sadly and I hear Mike sigh.

"And then it started raining, but we stayed out there anyway. We were both sick for like a week after that. But we just had to finish it, didn't we? We just had to."

"Do you remember the first day we met?" Mike speaks up.

I give him a reassuring smile and he nods. Will looks toward Mike as a tear rolls down Mike's cheek.

"It was...It was the first day of Kindergarten. I knew nobody. I had no friends and..."

Mike sniffles. I puff up my chest.

I may have nothing to say!

I go up to Mike and put a hand on his shoulder.

But I comfort them at least!

"I just felt so alone and so scared, but...I saw you on the swings and you were alone, too. You were just swinging by yourself. And I just walked up to you and...I asked."

I rub his shoulder a little bit as I hear his breath get shakey. He acknowledges it. But he doesn't shake it off.

"I asked if you wanted to be my friend. And you said yes."

I wish I stayed in Hawkins. I wish I was always here. I wish I never left Hawkins. And I wish I met his friends. I love these guys. Will's friends.

They're so nice. Mike is strong but he cares. Lucas is caring and listens to people. Dustin is a bit strange but he's a bit naive and so innocent. Max is my half-sister and I still love her. And I wish...I wish I could've met Will before this all went wrong.

"You said yes."

He hesitates, taking a deep breath. I lower my head as well, feeling my chest shake from everyone's stories.

"It was the best thing I've ever done."

Mike cries a little and I wrap the one arm around his shoulder. He looks up to me with a sense of hope and Joyce and Jonathan seem just as shaken.

"Will." Joyce says. "Baby..."

Will looks down at her. "If you're in there, just please...please talk to us."

I see Will beginning to shake, his lips quivering and cold as Joyces continues to speak.

"Please, honey, please, can you do that for me? Please. I love you so much." Her breaths shakes as it looks like Will could cry.

There's a moment of silence and Will's face straightens up a bit more. He stares at me with a cold look.

"Let me go."

The mood drops low and I feel my heart pound. Joyce sighs, Mike continues to sniffle. Me and him exchange sad and scared glances.

I notice that Will's hand begin to start tapping against the chair and I look toward Hopper. He sees it too. Something didn't go right. It's almost in some kind of pattern. And I come to a realization that makes my heart sink.

Demogorgon's.

He may be trying to talk. Without, words.