It was a Saturday evening in December. The outlook was the usual, the dark roads of Hawkins. Nothing had happened in two months, everything was calm. It was your boyfriends birthday so you trudged down the road, the large present balancing in your arms. You’d almost decked it about four times and had given up trying to skate as your board was in between your back and rucksack. You managed to make it down Mike’s driveway and ring the doorbell. Karen answered the door smiling, “hey {user}, come on in out of the cold.” She said, ushering you inside. Mike was in a grump sat in the living room.