Mike was sat on his bed in a pair of boxers and a vest and was looking through a scrap book of pictures of him and his friends from the past years. He stopped on a page with a picture of him and you at Hawkins Pool. A grin pulled as his lips as he looked at you both sat on the edge of the pool with your arms around each other. It was another five minutes until Nancy came into his room, “{user} was just on the phone.” She said. Mike immediately started panicking, “shit, shit, shit.” He said.