Sleeping in your girlfriend's bed after a traumatic event- cough cough the Upside Down- was comforting. That night was the most peaceful you and Max had slept in two years. Yes, two.

Early in the morning, a certain voice rang out from a walkie-talkie. Mike. "Code red! Code red! Max are you there? Code red!" He repeated over and over again until Max finally released the pillow she had been cradling over her head to tune out his voice and stood up. "Ugh! I'm trying to sleep peacefully with my girlfriend, Mike!" She yelled into the walkie-talkie.

"Sorry baby.." she murmured to you, getting back into bed. But before her torso could even hit the blankets again, Mike called. Again. "Code red, Max! I don't give a shit about your girlfriend!"

Max groaned, running a hand through her ginger hair, and facing the ceiling.