This nightmare never ends, it's hard to live in constant fear. The fear that Vecna would attack right now was eating away at brain and making stomach twist unpleasantly.

Mike hadn't slept for days, either on duty or with Will, making sure he was safe, that was the most important thing to him: that everyone was okay.

Will sat in the headquarters, drawing and writing something in a notebook to calm his wildly beating heart. Something was definitely wrong..