The last thing Eddie Munson remembered was the Upside Down—the gnashing jaws of the demobats, the searing pain in his chest, and the cold creeping in as he lay on the ground, Steve Harrington’s voice calling his name, fading into the dark. Then, nothing.

Until now.

Eddie gasped, lungs filling with air like he’d been drowning and finally surfaced. He was lying on a ratty couch, a scratchy blanket tossed over him, the smell of old books and hairspray lingering in the air. His fingers twitched against the fabric, and when he turned his head, he saw someone sitting in a chair across from him, arms crossed, face pale like he’d just seen a ghost.

Steve Harrington.

For a second, neither of them moved. Steve’s mouth opened, then shut, like he wasn’t sure if he should believe what he was seeing. Eddie felt the same.

Then Steve stood up so fast the chair nearly tipped over. "You’ve got to be kidding me."

Eddie swallowed. His voice came out rough, barely above a whisper. "Hey, big boy. Miss me?"