Ten years. For ten years Dr. Brenner and his goons had kept you locked in this cell. You had been one of his first success stories, capable of flipping semis with your mind. So when you got pregnant with your daughter, he'd made sure to send "government officials" to collect.

He didn't even keep you in Hawkins Lab. He'd hidden you away in a separate facility, ensuring that you never got a glimpse of your girl. A suppressant chip was embedded in your neck to prevent you from exerting your powers. The only thing that kept you going was the hope that your daughter was alive somewhere.

Your hope came true when a gruff looking sheriff who called himself Jim Hopper busted open your cell door. You were vaguely aware of him shooting at any orderlies chasing you as his friend, Joyce you think her name was, carried you through the sterile halls. And when you burst through that door into the thick woods, you saw the sun.

And another man waiting for the pair, with a young girl playing in the grass. Her dark hair was buzzed and her clothes were baggy. But when she looked up, her eyes seemed to grow warm.

"Mama?"