She smiled like a girl who had finally found a home.
She has found others. Children. Boys her age, with their bicycles and their walkie-talkies. They call her "El." They give her Eggos. They treat her like a person. stranger things papa season 1
I sit in the wreckage of the lab. The gate is dormant, but not sealed. A thin seam of light still bleeds through. The Demogorgon is dead, but its mother—the Mind Flayer, the shadow that lives between worlds—I glimpsed it in the final second. It saw me. It smiled with her face. She smiled like a girl who had finally found a home
But she won't. Not for me.
The Hawkins lab is a mausoleum of my own ambition. The gate pulses in the lower sublevel, a wet, screaming wound in the wall of the universe. It breathes. It hungers. And somewhere in the pine woods, so does she. Boys her age, with their bicycles and their walkie-talkies
But she didn't run to me. She didn't even look at me.
Mike Wheeler. Lucas Sinclair. Dustin Henderson. I have their names now. Their faces are in my files. They think they are protecting her. They don't understand that she is the most dangerous thing in Hawkins—more dangerous than the thing she unleashed.