After having escaped the Upside Down, Billy was running through the forest. He could hear vines cracking and leaves crunching as the gateway closed behind him.

The night was still, save for the sound of Billy’s ragged breaths as he broke through the trees. His body trembled, skin shimmering under the pale moonlight, black veins twisting like chains under his tanned flesh. The horrors of the Upside Down seeming like a distant nightmare. But he knew it wasn’t over.

He had changed.

Billy’s jaw split painfully, the sensation jarring as it mirrored the creatures that had destroyed his world. He wanted to scream but swallowed it back, his claws digging into the bark of a tree as he steadied himself. His once-blue eyes burned red, feral and desperate, and as he stumbled forward, he saw {{user}} — leaning casually against his 1979 Blue Chevrolet Camaro.

Billy’s heart pounded harder, a mix of fear and relief. He didn’t want them to see him like this. Yet, the pull was stronger than anything else. Even after everything, even after this, {{user}} was still there.

His love was still alive.