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🌟CHAPTER 47🌟~°THE BRIDGE°~

*🌟Third Person's POV🌟*

Max lay on the table in the laundry room, her body still, her face pale, her breathing shallow. For a long, terrible moment, nothing happened.

Then her eyes moved beneath her lids.

Lucas saw it first. He was at her side in an instant, his hand finding hers, his voice breaking with desperate hope.

"Max."

Her eyelids fluttered. Struggled. The fluorescent lights above were too bright, too harsh, too much after so long in darkness.

"Max. Max, can you hear me?" Lucas leaned closer, his face the first thing she'd see if she could just— "Come on. Open your eyes."

They opened.

Just a crack. Just a sliver. But open.

"Yes! Yes, Max! Can you hear me?"

She blinked against the light, her vision swimming, focusing, finding his face. Lucas. Her Lucas. Tear-streaked and desperate and here.

"Stay with me. Stay with me. All the way, Max. Yes! That's it! That's it!"

Hailey stood frozen at the edge of the group, a silent tear escaping down her cheek. She didn't wipe it away. Didn't move. Just watched the miracle unfold in front of her.

"Hello, Lucas." Max's voice was barely a whisper, cracked from disuse, but hers.

"Yes. Max. Come on, Max. It's me. I'm right here. I'm right here, Max." Lucas's hand touched her forehead, gentle, reverent, like she was something precious.

"Are you... Are you okay? Do you hurt anywhere?"

"I can't feel much."

Lucas's face crumpled, just for a second. "Do you feel this?" He took her hand, squeezed gently. "Do you feel my hand?"

"A little."

A tear fell from her eye. Then another.

"Can you see?" Lucas's voice cracked.

"The lights are really bright."

Vickie stepped forward, her nurse's training kicking in despite the insanity of the situation. She smiled down at Max, warm and reassuring. "Hey. You haven't used your eyes, okay, or your muscles for a long time. Your body's just weak, but it just needs to readjust and learn again." She squeezed Max's shoulder. "You are going to be okay. You're gonna be okay."

Max was crying now, tears streaming freely, overwhelmed by everything—being awake, being alive, being back.

Lucas's voice was thick with tears. "I knew you were there. I always knew you were still there."

"I saw you." Max's whisper was for him alone. "Waiting for me. Playing my song."

"You bored of it yet?"

She shook her head, a tiny movement, a tearful smile.

"Are you?" she asked.

He nodded, and she laughed—a real laugh, weak and broken but real.

"It turns out that the whole time, I didn't even need it." Max's eyes held his. "I just needed you. Just you."

Lucas pulled her up into his arms, holding her like he'd never let go. She clung to him, sobbing into his shoulder, and he held her tighter.

Hailey turned away, wiping at her own tears. She'd cried more today than she had in months. But these tears—these were good ones.

"Oh my God."

Everyone turned.

Mike stood in the doorway, Eleven at his side, Hopper looming behind them. All three stared at Max with identical expressions of disbelief and joy.

Eleven moved first, crossing to Max and Lucas, her eyes wide. "Max. You're here. You're really here."

Max lifted her head from Lucas's shoulder, tear-streaked and exhausted and alive. "I'm here."

Hopper's voice was rough with emotion. "Hey, welcome home, kid."

Mike stepped forward, a shaky grin on his face. "Took your sweet time, didn't you?" His arm found his mother's shoulders, pulling her close.

Max managed a weak laugh. "Screw you, Wheeler."

She looked around then, truly taking in her surroundings for the first time. The laundry room. The machines. The strangers.

"Where am I?"

Robin jumped in. "Oh. Yeah, that would be confusing. You were being hunted by the Demo-dogs, and we were all seconds away from becoming lunch when Mrs. Wheeler came and..." She gestured vaguely. "Did the laundry."

Mike's head whipped toward his mother. "Holy shit! Mom!"

Mrs. Wheeler gave him a firm nod, her expression saying everything words couldn't.

But Max's face had changed. The joy was fading, replaced by something darker.

"Vecna." Her voice was stronger now, urgent. "He'll be angry. He'll try and find me. He'll know we escaped."

Mike stepped forward; his voice tight. "Where's Holly? Where is she?"

Everyone turned to Max.

She looked at them—at Lucas, still holding her; at Mike, desperate for his sister; at Hailey, standing apart but listening; at all of them, waiting for answers.

And she told them everything.

*~*🌟*~*

Steve and Dustin moved as soon as the building stopped shaking.

The stairs were a nightmare—holes where steps used to be, gaps that required leaps of faith, handrails that crumbled at a touch. But they'd made it through worse. They'd always made it through worse.

The top floor was a maze of melted walls that had hardened into something almost organic. They followed the sound of voices—Nancy and Jonathan, alive, talking—until they found the source: a room completely sealed off by the hardened remains of the building's collapse.

A fire extinguisher lay nearby. Steve grabbed it without a word.

They took turns swinging, battering the wall until a hole broke through. Light spilled out. Voices grew clearer.

Nancy and Jonathan stood on the other side, battered but alive, relief flooding their faces at the sight of their rescuers.

"Sorry we're late." Steve's voice was rough, but the grin on his face was real.

He reached through the hole, taking Nancy's hand to help her climb out. The moment she was through, he let go. Quickly. Naturally. Like it meant nothing.

Because it means nothing, he reminded himself. It never meant anything.

"You okay?"

"Yeah. Yeah, we're okay." Nancy brushed herself off, still processing.

Dustin surprised everyone by pulling her into a hug—brief, desperate, completely unlike him.

Steve helped Jonathan through. "Thanks, man." Jonathan's gratitude was quiet but genuine.

"Was that weird?" Dustin pulled back from Nancy, embarrassment flickering across his face. "I'm sorry. That was weird. I didn't... We just... We both thought..."

"We were goners." Nancy finished for him, understanding in her eyes. "Yeah, we did too."

"Yes."

Jonathan's voice cut through. "Turns out that shield generator of yours..."

"Isn't really a shield generator." Steve finished the sentence. "Yeah, we know."

Nancy's brow furrowed. "Well, you'd think that would have been good information to share."

Steve pulled out the walkie, holding it up. "We tried." The antenna was broken, dangling uselessly.

"His fault." Steve and Dustin pointed at each other simultaneously.

Nancy ignored the bickering. "Okay, so then what the hell did I shoot?"

"Exotic matter." Dustin pulled out Brenner's journal, Steve angling the light so they could see. "It's all in here. Look. Dr. Brenner's notebook from '83. This thing is a gold mine. All his research into the gate, how he created it, what it really is." He flipped pages. "I'm still deciphering it, but—"

"Yeah, this shit will fry your brain." Steve's admission was almost proud.

Dustin got to the point. "Cliff notes: Holly isn't on the other side of the wall."

Nancy's face went pale. "Then where is she?"

"I don't know... exactly." Dustin's voice was gentle, apologetic. "But wherever she is, it's not the Upside Down."

Nancy grabbed the journal from his hands, flipping through it desperately, searching for answers that might not exist.

A scream echoed in the distance.

Nancy's head snapped up. "What was that?"

They listened.

Another scream. Closer. Clearer.

Holly.

Nancy ran.

The others followed, pounding up the last set of stairs, bursting onto the rooftop. The sky above them churned, dark and angry, lit by flashes of red lightning.

"Holly!" Nancy searched desperately, spinning in circles—

There.

Above them. Frozen in mid-air, suspended against the storm.

"Holly! Holly!"

Holly's voice drifted down, small and terrified. "Nancy! Nancy!"

Nancy reached up, as if she could somehow pull her sister down by will alone. "Holly, help me! Nancy, help me! Help me down, please!"

"Nancy!"

"Nancy, please!"

"Holly!"

"Nancy!"

And then—

Holly screamed.

She was pulled upward, disappearing into the churning clouds, her voice fading into the storm.

The four of them stood frozen, staring at the sky where she'd been, the silence after her screams worse than any sound.

Holly was gone.

*~*🌟*~*

"I couldn't see where Holly was gonna wake up. But I figured wherever Vecna was keeping her, it had to be in the Upside Down. So... I told her to just go home." Max's voice was still weak, but her words were clear.

"Home?" Mike's head snapped toward his mother. "Home as in our home?"

Hailey's mind was already working. "That means we have to find a way back into the Upside Down." She looked at Mike. "What rift is closest to your house?"

"Off Cornwallis, I think. About a mile and a half, give or take." Mike's arms were crossed, his jaw tight.

"Lucas, do you copy?" Erica's voice crackled through the walkie.

"Oh, Robin." Lucas passed Max carefully to Robin, stepping away with the walkie.

"Lucas!"

"Erica, I really can't talk right now." Lucas moved further from the group; his voice low.

Mike refocused on the plan. "Okay, so Vecna took out those soldiers, so it should be a lot easier to get into the MAC."

Hopper shook his head. "No. They're gonna have reinforcements by now."

"I can break through a plate." Eleven's voice was quiet but certain.

Mrs. Wheeler's face went pale. "Are you saying that Holly is trapped under a steel plate?"

Robin winced. "Without context, that might sound troubling, but she's not pancaked under a giant hunk of steel or anything. She's... How do I talk about this?"

Hailey stepped forward, meeting Mrs. Wheeler's worried eyes. "Mrs. Wheeler, under the plates are gates. Gates to another world called the Upside Down. It looks like Hawkins—only dark and dangerous. Holly is there. But if she hides at your house in the Upside Down, she should be safe until we can get to her."

She spoke quickly, clearly, grateful that for once no one interrupted her. The words came out exactly as she meant them.

"Guys, guys, guys." Lucas hurried back, breathless. "Okay, you really won't believe this, but Erica and Mr. Clarke came through. They found Dustin and the others."

Relief flooded through Hailey's chest—but it didn't settle. The worry for Steve and Dustin, for what condition they might be in, still gnawed at her.

Hopper took charge immediately. "All right. Well, they're gonna be able to find Holly a lot easier than we are."

The doors burst open. Vickie stood there, pushing a wheelchair. "We better hurry. We got company."

No one needed to be told twice.

They arrived at Hawkins Lab in a convoy of cars, piling out into the grey morning light.

Mike spotted Mr. Clarke first, striding forward to shake his former teacher's hand. "Mr. Clarke, thanks for the assist."

Mr. Clarke's smile was modest. "Don't thank me yet. We successfully trilaterated Dustin's position here, to precisely where I stand now."

Erica's voice was flat. "But by the time we arrived, he was MIA."

Robin tilted her head. "Well, he wouldn't be precisely here. He'd be under."

Mr. Clarke looked between them, lost. "Sorry?"

Hailey sighed. "Erica, you were supposed to tell him."

"I..." Erica trailed off.

"Tell me what?" Mr. Clarke's confusion deepened.

Erica's eyes went wide. "Holy shit." She was staring at Max, awake in the wheelchair Lucas was pushing.

Max's voice was dry. "Holy shit."

"Hey, over here! Over here! I got him! I got him! I got Dustin!"

Murray's voice cut through the moment. The group ran toward the parking lot, where he stood holding a walkie—upside down, antenna pointing at the ground.

Mike strained to hear. "I don't hear anything."

"Patience," Murray said.

Static hissed. Then—

"Is anyone there? Repeat, this is Dustin."

Mike grabbed the walkie. "Dustin, it's Mike. Holly's escaped from Vecna, and she's on her way to my house in the Upside Down. I need you to get there as fast as you can and rendezvous with Holly. Do you copy?"

"Holly's not at the house. We found her. We found Holly. Repeat, we—"

The signal dissolved into static.

"Dustin, I'm losing you. Dustin?" Mike's voice rose, desperate.

Nothing.

Robin looked up at him. "Am I going crazy, or did he just say that he found Holly?"

Hopper moved, leading them toward the metal plates. "All right, let's hug this wall up here."

Lucas followed, confused. "Why would she be at the lab?"

Hailey walked beside him, piecing it together. "Wherever Vecna had her imprisoned must be near the lab somewhere. And the lab could have been en route to the Wheeler house."

"She just happened to run into Dustin?" Lucas's brow furrowed. "What are the odds?"

Erica's voice was sharp. "Low as shit, but I say it's about damn time we had some luck."

"Amen to that," Robin agreed.

Mr. Clarke hurried to keep up. "I'm sorry. I still don't follow. Dustin is under those plates?"

"Yes." Robin paused. "But not pancaked."

Mr. Clarke's expression didn't clear.

Hopper held up a hand. "Hang on. Hang on." He pulled out binoculars, scanning the wall, the cameras, the plates. "Yeah, we got cameras all over that rift."

Mr. Clarke stepped forward. "I have an old spectrum analyser back at the club. If I can just locate their RF signal, I should be able to jam the transmission."

Hopper's smirk was small but certain. "I think you're overthinking it."

Eleven stepped forward. The cameras ripped from their poles, crushed, destroyed. Mr. Clarke stood frozen, eyes wide, as the group walked past him toward the rift.

"You coming, Snookum's?" Murray called.

"We're going in there?" Mr. Clarke stared at the open gate. "We're going in there."

He followed.

They walked into the Upside Down.

Hailey walked at the back of the group, her feet heavy, her heart heavier.

Around her, voices called out into the darkness of the Upside Down—names bouncing off twisted buildings and vine-choked streets.

"Steve!"

"Dustin!"

"Steve!"

"Nancy! Holly!"

"Jonathan!"

She let the others lead. Let them search. Let them hope.

Because hope was dangerous. Hope was a thing that could be taken away.

He's fine. They're all fine. Dustin is fine. Steve is—

She didn't finish the thought. Couldn't.

"Mike? Mike!"

Dustin's voice broke through the haze.

Hailey looked up just in time to see her brother running toward Mike, arms wrapping around him in a hug that spoke of too many close calls and too much time apart. Mike held on just as tight.

"Jesus, it's good to see you guys."

Hailey stayed back. Watched. Waited.

Behind Dustin, three more figures emerged from the gloom—Jonathan, Nancy, and Steve, all looking like they'd been dragged through hell and back. Which, she supposed, they had.

Mike let go of Dustin and moved to his sister. "Nancy? Where is she? Where's Holly?"

Nancy's face crumbled. Tears spilled down her cheeks. She looked utterly destroyed.

And Steve—

Steve looked around, searching. His eyes found Hailey.

She looked down at her feet.

His heart clenched. She could feel it across the distance, that ache, that longing, that guilt. But she couldn't meet his eyes. Couldn't face him. Not yet. Not here. Not with everything still so broken between them.

Nancy explained what happened. Vecna. Holly. The way something invisible had grabbed her, pulled her away, taken her right in front of them.

Hailey shook her head, cursing the monster silently.

Of course. Of course, he'd do that. Of course, he'd take her right when they thought they'd won.

"Mike? Is Holly okay? Mike, do you copy? I repeat, is Holly okay?" Lucas's voice crackled over the walkie.

No one answered.

Hailey looked up at the sky—that churning, angry sky that never stopped moving, never stopped threatening. A shiver crawled up her spine.

He was up there. Watching. Waiting.

And he wanted her.

She ended up riding back with Hopper and El.

Childish, maybe. Cowardly, definitely. But she couldn't face Steve. Couldn't sit in a car with him, breathe the same air, pretend everything was fine when it so clearly wasn't.

All the cars arrived at The Squawk at the same time.

Mrs. Byers and Will pulled in moments later. Will jumped out almost before the car stopped, running toward Max, who was still in her wheelchair, Lucas beside her.

"Max!" He hugged her tight, the joy on his face a balm against the darkness.

Max laughed, weak but real. "So, I leave you alone for a second, and you turn into a sorcerer?"

Will pulled back, embarrassed. "It was a little more than a second. And I'm not really a sorcerer."

"Mm, sure seemed like it to me."

"Hey, you up for a tour?" Lucas asked, already starting to push her chair.

Max nodded, and they drifted off, leaving Will standing alone for a moment.

His eyes found Hailey.

She was leaning against a car, arms wrapped around herself, staring at nothing. She looked small. Tired. Scared.

Will remembered Vecna's words. The way he'd touched her face. The promise he'd made.

Once I am done reshaping the world, I'll come and get you to stay by my side.

She hadn't told anyone. Had made him promise to keep it quiet.

But Will saw it now—the weight she was carrying. The fear she was hiding. The way she stood apart from everyone, even Steve, even Dustin, even the people who loved her most.

He started toward her.

Someone had to be there.

Someone had to see.

Will crossed the parking lot slowly, his eyes never leaving Hailey's face. She was still leaning against the car, still wrapped in her own arms, still staring at nothing.

When he was close enough to speak, he didn't waste time with pleasantries.

"Hailey."

She blinked, focusing on him. Tried to summon a smile. Failed.

"Hey, little wizard." Her voice was soft, tired. "You okay?"

"I need to talk to you."

Something flickered in her eyes—fear, maybe. Or recognition. She knew what this was about. She'd been dreading it.

"Will—"

"Please." His voice was gentle but firm. "We need to talk. About what Vecna said. About what he wants."

Hailey's jaw tightened. For a moment, he thought she might refuse. Might walk away. Might keep carrying this alone like she carried everything else.

Then her shoulders sagged, just slightly. "Okay."

She pushed off the car and followed him toward The Squawk.

Steve watched them go.

He'd been standing with Robin, half-listening to her recap of the hospital chaos, but his eyes kept drifting—always drifting—to Hailey. To the way she held herself apart. To the way she wouldn't look at him.

Now Will was leading her inside, and her face had gone pale, and something was clearly wrong.

What's going on? What does Will need to talk to her about? Why won't she look at me?

Robin was still talking. He didn't hear a word.

His feet moved before his brain caught up, carrying him a few steps toward the building before he caught himself.

Stop. You can't just barge in there. You can't just—

But he wanted to. God, he wanted to.

Instead, he stood frozen in the parking lot, staring at the door that had closed behind her, feeling the distance between them like a physical wound.

Inside The Squawk, Will led Hailey to the office and closed the door behind them.

The room was small, cluttered with equipment and papers, but it was private. Quiet. Safe.

Hailey didn't sit. Just stood in the middle of the room, arms wrapped around herself again, waiting.

Will faced her, and for a moment, he didn't know how to start. How do you tell someone you know their deepest fear? How do you offer help to someone who's spent her whole life helping everyone else?

"You're scared," he said finally. Not a question.

Hailey's eyes glistened, but she didn't deny it.

"I heard what he said to you." Will's voice was soft. "At the MAC-Z. When he had us. I heard everything."

Hailey closed her eyes. "Will..."

"He wants you. He said he wants you. To stay by his side in his new world." Will stepped closer. "Why didn't you tell anyone?"

A tear escaped, sliding down her cheek. She wiped it away quickly, angrily.

"What good would it do?" Her voice cracked. "Everyone's already carrying so much. Dustin, Steve, Max, Holly—they're all drowning. They don't need my problems on top of everything else."

Will shook his head slowly. "That's not how it works. You're not a burden, Hailey. You're family."

"Family." She laughed, bitter and broken. "Dustin won't look at me. Steve and I can't have a conversation without it turning into a fight or silence. I don't even know what family means anymore."

Will reached out and took her hand. She flinched at first, then stilled.

"I know what family means," he said quietly. "It means you don't have to carry things alone. It means when someone wants to hurt you, you tell people so they can help." He squeezed her hand. "Vecna wants you. That means we really can't afford to lose you. Don't you get that? You're not just some random person to him. He chose you. Which means you're important. Which means we have to protect you."

Hailey stared at him, tears streaming freely now. "I don't know how to let people protect me. I've always been the one doing the protecting."

"I know." Will's voice was gentle. "But you taught us. You taught all of us how to fight, how to be brave, how to show up for each other." He smiled, small and sad. "Now let us show up for you."

Hailey's hand squeezed his back. Hard.

For a long moment, neither of them spoke.

Then Hailey pulled him into a hug—fierce, desperate, grateful.

Will held on.

"Thank you," she whispered into his hair. "Thank you for seeing me."

"Always," he whispered back. "I'll always see you."

Outside, Steve stood in the parking lot, staring at the door.

He didn't know what was happening in there. Didn't know what Will was saying, what Hailey was feeling, what secrets were being shared.

But he knew one thing with absolute certainty:

He'd been blind. For months. Years, maybe. Blind to the woman he loved, blind to her pain, blind to his own failures.

And if he ever got the chance to make it right—

He'd spend the rest of his life trying.

Will held Hailey for a long moment, feeling the tremors run through her body, the weight of everything she'd been carrying alone. When she finally pulled back, her eyes were red, her face wet, but there was something else there too—a fragile gratitude, a crack in the armour she'd worn for so long.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I didn't mean to—"

"Stop." Will's voice was gentle but firm. "Don't apologize for feeling things. Not to me. Not ever."

Hailey laughed weakly, wiping at her face. "When did you get so wise?"

"I told you. I had a good teacher." He smiled, but it faded quickly. "Hailey... there's more. About what Vecna showed me. About what he wants."

Her face went still. "What do you mean?"

Will took a breath. He'd been carrying this since the MAC-Z, since Vecna had held them both, since those terrible moments when the monster's mind had brushed against his own. He hadn't told anyone. Not his mom. Not Mike. Not even Lucas.

But Hailey needed to know.

"When he had us... when he was showing me the children, the vessels..." Will's voice dropped. "He showed me other things too. Things about the future. About what he's planning."

Hailey's arms wrapped tighter around herself. "What kind of things?"

"The new world he wants to build." Will's eyes were distant, remembering. "He said it would be perfect. Reshaped. Controlled. No more pain, no more suffering, no more..." He trailed off, then met her eyes. "No more free will."

Hailey shuddered.

"He showed me who would be in that world with him." Will's voice was barely a whisper now. "The children he's taken. The vessels he's making. And..." He hesitated. "And you."

Hailey's breath caught.

"He wants you there, Hailey. Not just as a trophy. Not just because he's obsessed with you—which he is, I saw it, it's like this dark, twisted thing inside him." Will's hands found hers, holding tight. "He wants you there because of the baby."

The world stopped.

Hailey's face went white. Completely, utterly white.

"What?" The word was barely a breath.

"The baby." Will's eyes were wet now. "He knows. He's known for a while, I think. He can sense it somehow—the life inside you. And he wants it. He wants your child to be born in his new world. To be the first of a new generation. To grow up his."

Hailey's legs gave out.

She hit the floor hard, knees buckling, hands catching herself on the cold concrete. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her whole body shaking.

No. No, no, no, no, no.

She pressed a hand to her stomach—that small, barely-there swell she'd been hiding under baggy clothes for months. The secret she'd kept from everyone. From Dustin. From her mom. From Steve.

She'd known since the second month. Had taken the test in secret, stared at the results in disbelief, spent weeks telling herself it couldn't be true. But it was. It was true.

Four months. Almost five.

A life growing inside her. Steve's baby. Their baby.

And Vecna knew.

He knew.

"Hailey." Will was on his knees beside her, his hand on her back, his voice desperate. "Hailey, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't know how to tell you. I didn't—"

"How?" Her voice was a wreck. "How does he know? How is that possible?"

"I don't know." Will's tears fell freely now. "But he does. And he wants—he wants to take you both. To keep you in his new world. To make your child his."

Hailey's hand pressed harder against her stomach. The baby. Their baby. She hadn't even told Steve yet—had been too scared, too confused, too caught up in the distance between them. She'd wanted to find the right time. The perfect moment.

And now...

Now Vecna was coming for them both.

"I can't." The words were broken, gasped between sobs. "I can't let him take my baby. I can't—"

Will pulled her into his arms, holding her as she shattered. "We won't let him. We won't. I promise, Hailey. We're going to stop him. We're going to save you both."

"He wants my child." The horror in her voice was absolute. "He wants to raise my baby in hell."

"No." Will's voice was fierce. "No. That's not going to happen. We won't let it happen. You hear me? We're going to fight. We're going to win. And your baby is going to be born in this world, with people who love them, with a family who will protect them no matter what."

Hailey clung to him, sobbing, shaking, terrified in a way she'd never been before.

Not for herself.

For the tiny life inside her.

For the future she hadn't even let herself hope for.

For Steve's baby—their baby—that Vecna wanted to steal.

I have to tell him. I have to tell Steve. He needs to know. He needs to—

But the words wouldn't come. Couldn't come. Not yet.

Right now, all she could do was hold onto Will and pray that somewhere, somehow, there was still hope.

The door to the office creaked open.

Steve stood in the doorway, his hand still on the handle, his eyes taking in the scene in front of him with growing horror.

Hailey was on the floor.

Knees tucked, body curled, face wet with tears she hadn't bothered to hide. Will knelt beside her, one hand on her back, his own eyes red-rimmed and swollen. They looked like they'd been through a war—and maybe they had. Just a different kind than the one outside.

For one terrible, suspended moment, no one moved.

Steve's instinct screamed at him to cross the room, to drop to his knees beside her, to pull her into his arms and never let go. She was hurting. She was breaking apart right in front of him, and every fibre of his being wanted to be the one to hold her together.

But he didn't move.

Because he didn't know if she'd want him there. Didn't know if his touch would help or hurt. Didn't know if he'd lost the right to be the one she turned to.

Hailey looked up at him.

Their eyes met across the small room, and everything they hadn't said hung between them like a physical thing. The distance. The fights. The nights spent apart. The love that hadn't gone anywhere but had somehow gotten lost along the way.

Steve's throat tightened.

I'm sorry, he wanted to say. I'm so sorry. I love you. I never stopped. Please let me help you.

But the words wouldn't come.

Instead, he tore his gaze away—just for a second, just long enough to find Will's eyes—and forced himself to speak.

"Dustin's got something." His voice was rough, wrong. "He wants everyone to see. In the main room."

Will nodded slowly, his hand never leaving Hailey's back.

Steve looked at Hailey one more time. Just one more time.

Then he turned and walked away.

Hailey watched him go.

Saw the way his shoulders curved inward. Saw the way his hands hung uselessly at his sides. Saw the pain he was carrying too, buried under layers of guilt and confusion and love he didn't know how to express.

I should have told him. I should have told him months ago.

I should have let him in.

I should have—

"Hailey." Will's voice was gentle. "We should go. They'll worry if we don't."

She nodded slowly, letting him help her to her feet. Her legs were shaky, her head spinning, her heart a battlefield of fear and longing and desperate, aching love.

She pressed her hand to her stomach again. Just for a moment. Just to feel the life still there, still safe, still theirs.

I'm going to tell him. After this. I'm going to tell him everything.

Please let there be an after.

Will kept a steadying hand on her arm as they walked out of the office, toward the main room, toward whatever Dustin had found, toward the next battle in a war that never seemed to end.

Hailey walked beside him, one hand on her stomach, the other clutching Will's like a lifeline.

And somewhere in the darkness, Vecna waited.

Dustin stood at the window, marker in hand, drawing furiously on the glass as the group gathered around. The lines were crude but clear—a map of everything they'd learned, everything they'd suffered, everything that was still at stake.

"Okay. So, this is Hawkins, and this is the Upside Down." He drew two circles, overlapping slightly. "We've always assumed the Upside Down was another dimension opened by Brenner, but it turns out it's actually a bridge. More specifically, an interdimensional bridge that rips through space-time." He added lines connecting the circles. "It is wildly unstable, but held together by exotic matter, which we found dead centre right above the lab. In theoretical physics, they call this type of bridge a..."

"Wormhole." Erica and Mr. Clarke spoke in unison.

Dustin nodded, adding another circle above the others. "And this wormhole connects Hawkins to here—another world that I've coined the Abyss."

Robin raised an eyebrow. "Any particular reason?"

"A realm of pure chaos and evil." Mr. Clarke's voice was hushed, reverent.

Robin blinked. "I'm sorry?"

"D&D." Most of the room spoke at once.

Hopper pinched the bridge of his nose. "Jesus Christ."

Murray's eyes went wide. "Wow."

Dustin pressed on. "I believe this Abyss is the true home of the Demogorgons, the vines, the Mind Flayer—all the nasty shit we've found in the Upside Down. It's where, all those years ago, you banished Henry." He looked at Eleven. "He was lost for years, and would've stayed lost if it wasn't for Brenner."

"He had me find Henry." El's voice was quiet, haunted.

"And when you made remote contact with the Abyss, the bridge formed. Ever since, Henry and his army of monsters have been using it to cross right back into Hawkins." Dustin drew arrows, showing the path. "We kicked Vecna's ass last year, but he just fled across this bridge back to the Abyss to lick his wounds."

Erica snorted. "What a pussy."

Mr. Clarke's face went through several colours. No one else seemed to notice.

Mrs. Byers leaned forward. "So, all this time, Vecna's been hiding in the sky?"

"Explains why every crawl led to a dead end," Nancy murmured.

"And why I can't find him in the bath." El's voice was small.

"And why Holly fell from the sky." Jonathan's addition sent a ripple of pain through the room.

Hopper straightened. "Yeah, but why is he taking kids up there?"

Will stepped forward, his voice steady despite the weight of his words. "For the same reason he took me. The minds of children are weaker, right? More easily moulded and controlled. So, he channelled his thoughts and powers through me to amplify his abilities, and he's gonna do the same with those kids."

"Amplify his abilities?" Hopper's patience was thinning. "To do what?"

Max spoke up from her wheelchair, her voice clear and certain. "Move worlds."

Everyone turned to her.

"Holly," Max continued. "She said Henry told the kids that they would help him draw the worlds together. I didn't understand what that meant at the time, but..."

"He wants to move the Abyss," Mike breathed. "Crash it into Hawkins."

Will was already moving, jumping over the table and taking the marker from Dustin. "No, not crash." He added to the drawing, showing the worlds overlapping. "Merge. Henry wasn't licking his wounds in the Abyss. He was making rifts, weakening the Abyss, just like he weakened Hawkins. So, when the Abyss and Hawkins collide..."

"They become one." Dustin and Hailey spoke together, their voices overlapping in perfect sync.

El's face went pale. "He's remaking the world."

A heavy silence fell.

Steve shifted; his voice tentative. "How long do we think this takes? To move worlds? Are we talking like... or is this gonna take some time?"

His eyes found Hailey across the room. Just for a moment. Just long enough to remember that he needed to talk to her before—if—anything happened.

Mike answered, grim and certain. "We better hope we have some time. Because if this is all correct, we have to get 2,000 feet in the air, find our way into the Abyss, free Holly and the kids, and kill Vecna all before our worlds merge."

"And if my theory's right," Lucas added quietly, "he's gonna move worlds tonight."

Robin groaned. "Have I mentioned how much I hate your theory?"

"Me too." Erica's agreement was immediate.

"Me three." Steve's voice was distant, distracted. His mind was elsewhere—on Hailey, on the office, on whatever had made her fall to the floor like her life had flashed before her eyes.

Hopper stepped forward, his voice cutting through the tension. "I hate all of this. But at least now we know what we're up against and what we need to do." He looked at the drawing, at the group, at the impossible task ahead. "We just need a plan."

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