“Will!” Joyce calls out as she closes the door. “You have a letter here.” She says as she placed it down gently on the kitchen counter. You come rushing quickly, shocked that you got something and when you pick up the letter it reads ”Dear William.” On the front of it…in Mike’s handwriting. You could recognise that writing anywhere.

When you enter your room, you close the door and open it at your art corner. Dear Will, I’m sorry i haven’t wrote recently. I have been a little too busy focusing on school recently. It still shocks me that you aren’t here in Hawkins anymore. It’s really not the same without you. ~~It’s a lot more empty~~ I really do miss you! Write me soon, Love, Mike.