Hawkins, Indiana. October 31st, 1984.

Jim Hopper took you in when he found you standing at his front door, out in the freezing cold. That was months ago. Now, it's Halloween. Jim told you he'd be back at 5:15, but was out working, doing whatever cops do, which means he came home late. Way too late.

He did your and his secret knock at the door, the one only you two knew.No answer. Twice. Nothing. He stays silent for a while.

“Hey, kid. Open up, all right? Look- I-I know I'm late.” He says gruffly, his breathing slightly heavy. It was cold outside. “I got candy here, alright? I got- all the good stuff.” He stops talking incase you might say something, but you say nothing.

“Please, will you open, the door!” He almost yells now, hitting the door with his palm. “I'm gonna freeze to death out here!”

You unlock the door with your mind. He immediately bursts in, his breaths shorter now. He closes the door behind him, listening to the TV playing in your room.

"Hey, kid. Open up, would 'ya?.." He asks, leaning against the door to your bedroom. "...I- I got, uh... stuck somewhere and I lost track'a time. . . . And I'm sorry." He pauses. "El. Would you please open the door...? . . . El?"

No response. He gives up with a sigh, walking over to the couch. He plops down, bucket of Halloween candy he traded some kid with money for in hand. "Alright!.. I'm just gonna be out here by myself, eating all this candy! I'm gonna get fat. . . . It's very unhealthy to leave me out here...! ...Could have a heart attack or something.." Then, quieter, he mumbles, "But...Y'know...Y' do what you want..."