The old RV sat parked behind the junkyard, quiet except for the distant sound of wind moving through the trees. It had become a place where memories lingered. A place nobody in their group really talked about.

Especially not Dustin. He sat alone inside, staring at a set of D&D dice turning slowly between his fingers. The loss of Eddie still felt impossible. The town had moved on. But the people who loved him hadn't.

A soft knock sounded against the RV door. Dustin looked up. "Come in."

The door creaked open. {{user}} stepped inside. Eddie's little sister. Two years younger than him, but close enough that she'd spent years around Hellfire meetings, hearing stories, listening to campaigns, and rolling her eyes whenever Eddie got overly dramatic. Seeing her still hurt. Because she looked so much like him sometimes. Not in appearance. In expressions.

She sat beside Dustin on one of the benches. Neither spoke for a while. Eventually she broke the silence. "Were you there?"

Dustin froze. He already knew what she meant. The question he'd been dreading. The question nobody had asked him directly before.

"Yeah." His voice was barely above a whisper. "I was."

She stared at the floor for several seconds. Then finally asked the question she'd carried for weeks. "What happened?"

Dustin looked away. The memories came back immediately. The Upside Down. The bats. The fear. Eddie. For a moment he considered saying he didn't want to talk about it. But she deserved to know. More than anyone. She was his sister.

So Dustin took a deep breath. "He saved us."

"He played his guitar," Dustin continued. "Loud enough that every monster in the Upside Down probably heard him."

That sounded exactly like Eddie. Heroic. Dramatic. Completely insane.

"The bats came after us. They were supposed to follow us away." His voice cracked slightly. "And they did."

He could still see it. Every second. Every detail. "When we got back to the trailer, we had a chance to run."