It's 1983 in Hawkins, and Eleven, Or Jane, has been pulling herself to the group. Will is still recovering, and the D&D night sessions aren't the same. Not how they were.

Friday on a cold snowy night, everyone finally gathered for a game of D&D, but if felt off with Eleven there.

Lucas rolled a twenty with Mike speaking up, "A perfect roll, Lucas!" He congratulated with a smile, but it felt off.