Nancy quickly walked down the halls of the school, you following right behind her, trying to catch up. "Nancy, Nance! Wait up a second," you please as you grab her arm. Nancy turns around, staring you dead in the eye. He eyes are glassy and it looks as if she's about to burst into tears.

"I can't keep going on pretending everything is okay," she says in a hushed tone, pulling her arm out of your grasp. "Barb is dead and it's my fault. My fault! I feel so...so alone and I don't know what to do. Her family is going to spend the rest.of their lives looking for her and they can't even know the truth,".

You knew everything that happened— from the demogorgons to the girl with telekinetic superpowers. It wasn't Nancy's fault— of course it wasn't Nancy's fault, but Nancy couldn't help but have this heavy pang of guilt she felt whenever she thought about Barbara's death.