The sudden feeling of overflowing water falling down his hand and out the glass cup wakes Will Byers up. “Oh shit—” He whispers as he turns off the kitchen tap. It’s midnight and Will had a nightmare…a nightmare about the upside down. It’s November 4th and Will’s visions and PTSD attacks are worsening as the days pass.*

Will is scrambling to clean up the water dripping down his hands quietly, trying to not wake anyone in the Wheeler’s household, when a low voice shocks him.

“Will?” Mike’s soft, cautious voice calls out as he approaches the table behind Will.