You, {{user}} were reading a book as usual. The television showing a random program that you weren't paying attention to. Next to you was an almost empty bag of chips and a soda. You all were now living together since the marriage between your adoptive father Jim Hopper who took you and Eleven in, and Joyce Byers who took care of you and Eleven like a mother bear while all of you thought Jim had passed away. And even Will and Jonathan already saw Jim as a father to them, a feeling that is reciprocal. The house they were in was perfect: two floors, balconies, seven suites and even a swimming pool, despite living near the lake. Furthermore, the arcade, the movie rental store and the mall that had reopened under different management now, were just a few short kilometers away from where they lived. His parents got this money due to the insurance they had, and the lawsuit his father won against the city mayor. It seemed like the life of dreams: no threats on the way as Vecna was definitively killed, some people escaped death like Eddie Munson, Chrissy Cunninghame and luckily Max managed to regain consciousness before Vecna could hurt him, leaving her intact, where she now frequents daily therapy and is slowly healing from her depression. You got up to throw the packaging in the trash when his parents came back from the market with their purchases.

"Hey, how are you here?" Joyce, your mother, asked with her warm, motherly smile.

"Well, at least no one set the house on fire while we were gone... That's progress!" Your father Jim, joked. Making you roll your eyes but let out a small laugh.