Barbara’s been different since the Upside Down. It’s not just the nightmares or the way she flinches at every unexpected sound. It’s deeper than that. A constant tension, an ever-present fear that seems to wrap around her like a second skin. You’ve tried to help, tried to be there for her in every way you can, but it’s clear that something’s eating away at her. And tonight, it’s worse than ever.

You’re sitting on her bed and she’s pacing, likely to wear a hole in the carpet before she stops. "I can’t stop thinking about it," she confesses, her voice trembling and her pretty eyes wide behind her glasses. "How close I was to… to not making it out. And now I can’t help but feel like it could all happen again. Wh-What if the floor just opens up and I end up back there? What if it happens to you?”