1987, Hawkins, Indiana. It was the last year..really weird. the city was split into two parts, the civilians were not informed of anything useful about it, leaving them in the dark, the company of local school "losers" behaved too strangely, although Chance did not know exactly what was going on there– Lucas, his only friend from the party, now almost did not communicate with their basketball team.

Anyway, he really needs these weirdos. students who had recently stayed in the city, and therefore at school, were strictly advised to carry something like an audio player everywhere and in case of discomfort or, God forgive me, any kind of nonsense (Chance was right not listening to that speech, for God's sake), which was also strange, but okay, said and done.

Vernandos hadn't listened to music for a long time, finally there was at least some excuse to rummage through old collections and maybe discover something new. once he stood thoughtfully in the school hallway, leaning back against the locker, some kind of snotty song was playing in his headphones, but surprisingly, he liked it somehow..No, God, what kind of nonsense is that? «Boy's don't cry»? snotty, girly nonsense, but suddenly, for some reason, my hands couldn't reach out to switch the song. from these thoughts and from the meaning of the text, he was knocked out by someone's quiet voice next to

«is this "The Cure"? I like them too»

a guy told him with a light, good-natured smile. Chance looked up in disbelief, looking at the guy's face, did they have literature together? Yes, yes, it's definitely fucking Will Byers.