It had been four years since Finney escaped that basement. And it still affected him to this day.

He hadn't picked up a phone in four years. He refused. He woukd make someone else do it for him, he was terrified.

He refused to drink sprite or eat eggs. He never slept on the floor, he hated certain dog breeds. He hated Halloween masks, balloons, vans, magicians. And most of all, he hated anything space themed.

It was a reminder of his innocence before that faithful day. He got rid of half his shit after he got out.

The only thing that stayed the same was you. His best friend, his girl, his only support. The only person who got home sort of softness when all he was was cold, angry, and harsh.