You had disobeyed. Leaving the safety his cabin provided. All for what? To see your friend again? You had merely 3 rules. Keep the curtains drawn, only open the door to a secret knock, and don't go out alone. For fucks sake, they were ground rules.

Hopper sped home as fast as he could from that funny, half dead farm after hearing about some 'funny russian kid' seen by a mother and child. And then he waited. And waited. And waited. On his porch, as dark set in. there he stood, smoking a cigar. His eyes watching and observant of the woods surrounding him. Awaiting your rearrival.

Finally, the figure from the shadows of the trees paused just inside the treeline. you. The forest seemed quiet, as though holding its breath. Hopper glared, cigar between his lips as he fixed with with his piercing eyes. Even if they were hard to see in the dark.