They were pulled over now, jumper cables running from the van to a stranger's car. Steve stood outside, rubbing the back of his neck as a girl leaned against her hood, arms crossed.
"How long is this gonna take?" she asked.
Steve glanced between her car and his van, silently begging the battery to cooperate. "Not too long. Just gotta let this sucker charge for a few minutes and then hopefully" he made a weak driving motion with his hands, "vroom, vroom."
She stared at him like he'd insulted her bloodline.
"Bopper, while we wait?" he tried.
She scoffed.
Steve sighed and climbed back into the van.
"That sounded tragic," Julie said.
Steve rolled his eyes. "Well, this better be quick. Our good Samaritan's turning sour. I think she might've placed me."
"Placed you?" Jonathan asked.
"Stood up her sister," Steve muttered. "Multiple occasions."
"Great," Jonathan deadpanned.
Steve glanced back. "Did you get a hold of Nance?"
Julie's expression shifted instantly. "Ted's in an induced coma. Karen's in surgery. They're not gonna know anything for a couple hours."
The words hung heavy.
They were too late.
By the time the radios went haywire, by the time the signals pulled them away, the Demogorgon had already torn through the Wheeler house. Holly was missing while Ted and Karen were fighting for their lives.
Steve swallowed. "You think we should go see them at the hospital?" he asked quietly. "I mean, if we can get this hunk of junk moving."
Jonathan shook his head. "No. We stick to the plan. Search Zone G1. Find Hopper, find Eleven, and find Holly."
"Right," Steve said. "Just... that sounds complicated. Like, it might take a lot of time."
Jonathan frowned. "Okay?"
"The hospital's on the way," Steve pressed. "We could just swing by. Bring flowers or something."
Jonathan rubbed his face. "Jesus Christ."
"What?" Steve snapped.
"I just thought that tonight, of all nights, you might give it a rest."
"Give what a rest?"
Jonathan turned toward him. "Every time Nancy's involved, you suddenly know exactly what to do."
Steve scoffed. "What are you talking about?"
"What am I talking about?" Jonathan said. "Dude, ever since I got back from Lenora, you are constantly showing off. How you're better than me! It's like you're auditioning. You take the lead. You say the right thing. You make sure I'm watching."
"Okay," Julie cut in, shifting in her seat. "Can we not do this right now?"
Neither of them looked at her.
"I don't need an audience," Steve snapped.
"Yeah, you do," Jonathan shot back. "Because if I see you being the better guy, maybe I'll trust you with my sister."
Steve shook his head, leaning forward, voice tight. "I don't want Nancy. I haven't for a long time. But I do want you to stop looking at me like I'm one bad decision away from screwing everything up."
"Then stop acting like you're competing with me," Jonathan said. "Stop stepping in like I'm not enough. It's shitty enough on a normal day, but now Nancy's parents are fighting for their lives, her sister is missing, and all you can think about is giving her flowers. You selfish, chauvinistic, meathead."
"Jonathan," Julie said, stunned. "That's not-"
A horn blared behind them. Julie flinched. The girl in the car glared through the windshield. Steve raised a hand, turned the key. The engine sputtered, died.
Steve exhaled slowly.
"You know what, Byers?" he said. "Maybe I am trying too hard. Because no matter what I do, you've already decided who I am."
Jonathan's jaw clenched. "You make it impossible not to compare."
Steve met his eyes. "You're totally right. Me worrying about my good friend, my friend, that makes me the selfish one here. Or maybe, just maybe, you're the problem, dude. Ever since you got back, you've been acting like a paranoid pothead weirdo. And maybe if you stopped focusing on me and started focusing on her, maybe then the two of you would finally be happy. Because right now, the only one who's more miserable in that relationship than you... is Nance."
Silence.
Steve finally got the van to cough back to life. The engine rattled, then settled into a shaky idle. Steve climbed out to disconnect the jumper cables.
That was when a bike rolled into view.
Jonathan froze. Julie's breath hitched. Steve straightened slowly, disbelief spreading across his face.
"You've got to be shitting me," Steve muttered.
Dustin Henderson pushed the bike toward them, each step unsteady. He looked like he'd gone twelve rounds with someone twice his size, face swollen, one eye already purpling, blood dripping freely from his nose. His Hellfire Club T-shirt was torn, stained, barely hanging on his shoulders.
Still, he lifted a hand.
A small, crooked wave.
"And by sheer luck, Jessica was coming back from a party, and I charmed my way into getting us a jump. Which brings us to you, arriving looking like Rocky Balboa. So basically, of all the crawls, this was, like, the one to miss. So, well done, Henderson. Really, really, like, well done."
Steve nodded toward Dustin in the passenger seat, irritation sharp in his voice, as Julie and Jonathan remained focused on the telemetry signals glowing between them.
Dustin stayed quiet.
Steve raised his eyebrows. "Speechless, that's new."
"I'm still processing, Steve," Dustin muttered, staring out the windshield. "It's a lot. Holly? Why Holly?"
"Well, maybe Eleven could tell us," Steve said, eyes still on the road, "but it's a bit difficult to contact her now that we've lost our connection to the Upside Down."
"Okay. For the future," Dustin said, checking his reflection in the mirror and wiping blood from his face, "when the lights go from really bright to really dim, it means the generator is surging, so you have to turn everything off. Immediately."
Steve scoffed. "Wow, great, thank you for that, Henderson. I'll remember that the next time that happens. Or maybe, and this is just a suggestion, you could be where you're supposed to be."
"I was en route to the Squawk," Dustin said.
"When you fell off your bike. That's right. Remind me, what did you fall into again? A knuckle sandwich?" Steve snapped.
"Hey, can you keep it down up there?" Jonathan called sharply from the back, tugging one earphone aside. "We're listening for a signal back here, in case you forgot."
Julie sighed. Steve threw an exaggerated thumbs-up.
"Who was it?" Steve continued. "It was Andy and his goons, wasn't it? You poked the bear one too many times."
"Your concern for me is overwhelming, Steve."
"My concern?" Steve laughed incredulously. "I have shown nothing but concern for you since forever, and I have been repeatedly ignored, and now look what's happened. We are totally screwed."
Jonathan rubbed his temple, glancing at Julie. She just shrugged and returned her attention to the signal.
"Correction," Dustin said calmly. "We are screwed because you don't know how to do the most basic thing, like prevent a power surge."
"See, this right here is your problem," Steve said.
"It's the easiest thing in the world."
"You can't admit you were wrong."
"My mother could prevent a surge."
"You can't admit it."
"Shockingly, I think your mother-"
"Jesus Christ!" Steve yelled, cutting him off. "Just do it for once! Just admit it, Henderson. You're wrong! You screwed up!"
Jonathan ripped his headphones off. "Hey! Can you guys shut the hell up? Jesus Christ."
A beat.
"You two seem to be getting along," Dustin said dryly.
"Yeah, well, in this case," Steve shot back, "I actually like his suggestion. I don't wanna talk to you."
"I don't wanna talk to you either," Dustin said.
"Good."
"Good."
Steve exhaled, eyes locked on the road. "Good."
From the back, Julie scoffed under her breath. "Children."
Jonathan cracked a brief, tired smile at her before slipping his headphones back on.
After a bit more driving around Zone G1, the silence in the van began to stretch. Steve finally sighed, fingers tightening on the steering wheel.
"Hey, I'm gonna turn on Irwin. One more loop around the zone?"
"Yeah. Go ahead," Julie replied, eyes still locked on the signals.
A sharp crackle cut through the headphones.
"No, wait. Scratch that," Julie said quickly. "I think we got something."
Steve glanced at her in the rearview mirror. "Seriously?"
"Is it Hop?" Dustin asked, already leaning forward.
"I don't know," Jonathan said, adjusting the headphones. "We're not getting a hit on the decoder, but I can hear something. Yeah. I definitely hear something."
The radio filled with eerie audio distortions, static bending and warping, rising and falling like something breathing through the wires.
Joyce's voice broke through. "Is that him?"
Steve looked at Dustin just as Dustin popped up from the passenger seat and yanked the headphones off Jonathan.
"Yo, dude!" Jonathan protested, before grabbing the radio, "Yeah, uh... we're not sure."
Dustin listened for another second, then shook his head. "No. It's not Hop."
"What?" Jonathan asked sharply. "Then what the hell is it?"
"I don't know," Dustin said, already calmer than the rest of them. "Could be a million things. Military broadcast, TV channel, any EMI within our frequency zone. What I do know is that it's not Hop's telemetry tag, because if it was, it would show up on the decoder. So..." He handed the headphones back. "Search continues."
He dropped back into the passenger seat.
Julie exhaled and lifted the radio. "Hey, Mom, um, disregard. It's a false alarm."
A beat of static.
"Kids," Joyce said slowly, "is your receiver in any way connected to the flux capacitor?"
Steve and Dustin both turned around at the same time. Julie frowned. Jonathan raised an eyebrow.
"Uh, sorry, Mom," Jonathan said carefully. "Can you... can you repeat that?"
"The flux capacitor," Joyce said. "Robin said it was down, but she and Will are working on it. I just wanted to make sure it wasn't messing with your connection."
Julie blinked, then looked at Dustin. "Flux capacitor... as in the thing from Back to the Future?"
Dustin nodded, not entirely confident. "Yeah. That one."
Julie stared at him. "That's not... a real thing."
A whole night of driving around Zone G1.
Nothing.
No sign of Hopper.
When the first traces of morning light finally came into view, they turned the van back toward the Squawk in silence.
The four of them climbed out slowly, the van door slamming shut behind them. Dust swirled as a car approached, tires crunching over gravel.
Dustin squinted. "Looks like Robin sent up the Bat-Signal."
The car pulled to a stop, and Nancy stepped out first, Lucas and Mike close behind her. She looked hollowed out, eyes tired, shoulders tense, like she'd been holding herself together by thread.
Jonathan and Julie moved at the same time.
"Hey," Jonathan said softly, pulling Nancy into a careful hug. "I'm so sorry. Are you okay?"
Nancy sighed against him, her arms tightening briefly. "Yeah," she said, though it didn't quite sound like the truth.
When Jonathan stepped back, Nancy turned to Julie. She didn't say a word, just wrapped her in a tight hug. Julie held her just as firmly, one hand rubbing slow circles against her back, a silent promise that she wasn't alone.
"Hey!" Robin's voice cut through the moment. "This isn't a social call, kiddos. Move it!"
She disappeared through the station door, already ushering everyone inside.
Julie let go of Nancy, offering her a small, reassuring smile before turning toward the building. Steve fell into step beside her, glancing back once more at Dustin before lowering his voice.
"I think Dustin's lying about his bloody nose," Steve murmured as they walked. "He told us he fell, but to everyone else he said he crashed into a light post."
Julie glanced over at Dustin's back, then back at Steve. "You think Andy and his little army got to him?"
Steve nodded grimly. "I don't think. I know they did. I just-" He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I don't get why he wouldn't tell me."
Julie slowed, gently nudging him to the back of the group with her shoulder. "Because you'd go full Mama Steve on him."
Steve stopped short. "Excuse me?"
She smiled despite herself. "You know. The hovering. The pacing. The 'I told you so' speech followed by a twenty minute safety lecture."
"I do not mother him," Steve said, offended.
Julie raised an eyebrow and just looked at him.
"...Okay," he admitted, exhaling. "Maybe a little. But that's only because he's, like, terrible at not getting himself killed."
She softened, reaching for his hand. "I know. And he knows you care. That's probably why he didn't say anything. He's already dealing with enough, but give him a minute, yeah? He'll talk when he's ready."
Steve nodded slowly, jaw tight. "Yeah. Okay."
She leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. "Good."
Then she gave his cheek a light pat, and slipped ahead to follow the others inside.
Steve stood there for a second, watching her go, before muttering to himself, "Still not a mom."
Pause.
"...Maybe an aunt."
"Derek? Derek Turnbow? As in the Turnbow family? Like Turnbow Realty?" Steve asked.
"The one and only," Robin said.
"Whole family's a menace," Lucas muttered.
Nancy, sitting on the couch, leaned forward. "How can you be sure? Sure that Derek's the next target?"
Will stood stiffly, fear in his eyes. "Because I saw. I've learned that when I'm close enough to the hive mind, I can tap into it, into Vecna's mind. I can see who he's targeting. The first time it happened, I saw through Holly's eyes the same day she was taken. And this morning, it happened again. Only this time, I wasn't Holly."
The room fell silent.
"I was someone else. I was Derek Turnbow. I'm positive."
"Okay. Hold on. I'm a little lost," Steve said.
"Shocking." Dustin muttered.
Steve shot Dustin a look before continuing. "Were you seeing through the eyes of... of Vecna or of Derek?"
"Both. I... I was Vecna, but inside Derek's mind," Will said.
"Vecna's like a psychic serial killer. He stalks his victims, but he does it by invading their minds. That's what he did with Chrissy and Max," Robin said.
"Yeah, but the way he's doing it this time is different," Nancy said, her shoulders tense. "We did some digging at the hospital. It turns out that before he took Holly, Vecna stalked her. But... he didn't appear as Vecna. He appeared as Henry. As a friend."
"We think he was trying to earn her trust. Now, why he went to all that trouble, we don't know. But I highly doubt his long-term goal is friendship," Mike said.
"Whatever it is, whatever he's planning, we have to stop him. And we have to save Derek," Will said.
"Do we have a plan? To save him, I mean," Julie asked.
Will looked to Robin and his mom. Both nodded. He gestured for everyone to follow him into the secret basement of WSQK.
"The Turnbows live here," Will said, dragging the stick across the map. "We wait in a van across the street. As soon as they're asleep, we move in, we grab Derek, and we take him to here, the McCorkle farm. It's completely isolated. It's abandoned. The only thing is, we need to make sure he doesn't see us or know where he is." He sighed. "So we'll need to blindfold him."
"Wait. Hold on. What?" Steve said.
"So that Vecna can't find him," Robin said.
"Yeah. What, and Mom, you're okay with just kidnapping a child?" Jonathan said, turning to Joyce.
"No, we're saving a child via kidnapping. And yeah, it's fine, I think. Yes. Now's not the time to play it safe, Jonathan," Joyce said.
Jonathan rolled his eyes and turned back toward the map. Joyce looked at Will, who smiled and nodded at her.
"If I may, though I'm not morally opposed to any of this, there are a few holes," Dustin said.
"Yeah. Like what if Derek falls asleep before the Demogorgon attacks him?" Lucas added.
"Or what if Derek wakes up before we grab him, alerts his family?" Robin said.
"We'll go to jail," Julie said.
"But the third and most gaping hole is that even if by some miracle this plan even works, Holly's still missing. Hop and El, still MIA. This doesn't bring us any closer to finding Vecna. This plan just buys us and Derek some time. That's it," Dustin finished.
The room went quiet again.
"Not necessarily," Mike said.
Everyone turned toward him.
"There might be a way. A way to save Derek and find Holly."
He walked over to the table, pulling out a blue drawstring pouch. He dumped its contents onto the surface, small pieces clattering together. The rest of them gathered around as he picked one up.
"This is Derek." he said, placing the piece down. He picked up three more. "And this is the rest of the Turnbow family. We're gonna need to recruit someone the family trusts, someone who can gain access to the house. This person will knock the family out. Then we'll extract the family."
"Knock them out?" Joyce asked.
"Well, safely. With sleeping pills or something." Mike said.
"I might know where we could get some benzos. Those things could knock an elephant on its ass." Robin said.
"Perfect. That way if Vecna spies, he'll just assume Derek is fast asleep in bed. He'll send his Demos to grab him. Only he won't find Derek. He'll find us. And we'll be ready. We'll get Murray to supply us with the traps. We'll burn the sucker. Send him scampering home to its master, but not before we stick him with one of these." Mike said, pulling a telemetry tag out of his pocket.
"We'll track the Demo across the Upside Down in the Squawk van just like we did with Hopper. And if we're lucky, the Demo will lead us back to its lair, to Vecna, to Holly." He paused. "Holes?"
"What's her deal today, huh?" Murray asked, a heavy sack slung over his shoulder. Jonathan and Julie both turned toward him.
"Her deal?" Julie asked.
Murray nodded, "Yeah."
"Her sister is missing. Her parents almost died." Jonathan said, shifting the weight of his sack as he walked.
"Sure, sure. But what about, you know?" Murray pressed.
"No, I don't." Jonathan huffed.
"Coltrane, Love Supreme. Did you give it a whirl?" Murray asked.
"Yeah." Jonathan replied.
"And?"
"It was very nice."
"And?"
"What? Thank you?" Jonathan asked.
"Christ, man! You haven't done it yet, have you? I thought you were desperate, that things were stagnating, that your mating competition was making moves." Murray said, stopping short.
Julie rolled her eyes, "This about the proposal again?"
Jonathan scoffed, "The very same."
Murray glanced between the siblings, raising his eyebrow "Little miss Byers doesn't like it very much, huh?"
"Hey!" Nancy yelled, turning around, "Whatever you three are conspiring about back there, please do it later."
"Our apologies, milady." Murray replied.
"And hurry up. We don't have all day." she added.
Murray nodded, smacking Jonathan lightly on the shoulder once she turned away, "Why the delay?"
"Can't believe someone's actually endorsing this crap." Julie muttered under her breath.
Jonathan rolled his eyes, "Have you forgotten the fact that her sister is missing and her parents are in the hospital?"
"Could one ask for better conditions? The death of a loved one is the painful but necessary reminder that life is delicate, precious, that one must not take those around us for granted, that one must strengthen bonds. I mean, hell, man, the two of you were brought together by shared trauma in the first place. This is the stuff of fate, of destiny. So, if not for your sake, then for mine. Grow some balls and get it over with already." Murray said.
"Hey!" Nancy yelled again, turning back. "If you don't shut up right now, Santa, I swear to God I will shoot this tracker into your potato sacks. I'm a good enough shot to hit any mark, no matter how small."
"Jesus." he muttered.
"Now set up my target." Nancy said.
"Okay." he muttered, he and Jonathan stacking the sacks against a bale of hay.
"Quite large, actually." Murray whispered. Julie shot him a look. "My... potato sacks."
Nancy fired. The shot echoed through the barn. Julie crossed the distance, pulled a pocket knife from her jacket, and slit the sack open. She reached inside and pulled out the telemetry tag, perfectly intact.
"Well, would you look at that, Santa? Another miracle." Nancy said, smiling as she walked past him.
"At the very least, couldn't hurt her mood." Murray said, forcing a grin as he followed after her.
Jonathan lingered, then turned to Julie, pulling the cassette tape from his pocket, the ring hidden inside.
"You think it's a bad idea?"
Julie sighed, softer now, "Listen, if you want to propose, fine. But don't do it because you're scared or because you want things to stop hurting. Do it because you love her and you want a real life with her. Otherwise you're just repeating history. And you know how that ends."
She gave his shoulder a brief squeeze and started heading back toward the others, when Jonathan stopped her.
"Wait, wait. I need to tell you something else."
"What is it?" Julie asked, frowning.
"You know how all three of us applied to Emerson? You and Nancy got in, and I told you guys that my letter hadn't arrived yet?"
Julie sighed, gaze drifting across the field. "I know you never applied."
He stopped short. "You did?" he asked, shocked.
"Of course I did," she said quietly. "You'd hate it there."
Jonathan chuckled, "Why do you think that?"
"Because it's small. Because everyone's watching everyone else. Because you'd feel like you had to explain yourself all the time," she said, finally looking at him. "You don't make things to impress professors or fit into some program. You make things because you have to. Emerson would try to shape that into something neat and presentable. You'd suffocate."
He let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.
"Besides," she added, softer now, "we're twins. I know when you're lying. And I know when you've already decided something but don't want to say it out loud yet."
Jonathan hesitated, then nodded. "I applied to NYU."
Julie smiled, small but genuine. "I figured."
"You're not mad?"
"No," she said. "I'm relieved. You belong somewhere bigger than a campus. Somewhere that doesn't care if you're quiet."
He glanced at her, something like gratitude flickering across his face. "You're still going to Emerson."
"Yeah," she shrugged. "And you're going to New York. We'll survive."
Julie nudged his shoulder lightly as they started walking again, the conversation settling into silence.
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"Nance, come on!" Mike yells, pounding on the bathroom door with increasing urgency. "Let me in or I'm gonna take a whiz on the floor right here."
The door swings open suddenly, and Mike stumbles back in surprise when Julie stands there, staring at him in disbelief.
"Sorry Jules." Mike said, his gaze dropping anywhere but her face, embarrassment creeping up his neck.
Julie only rolls her eyes as she brushes past him and moves down the hall. "Whiz away."
A moment later, Nancy steps out of her room and follows Julie down the stairs, shooting Mike a look as she passes. Leaning in just enough for him to hear, she whispers, "Wow."
Every morning in the Wheeler house was utter chaos. Nine people crammed under one roof was bound to be a disaster, especially with the Byers family temporarily moving in after the "earthquake" had reduced their own house to rubble. The two tiny bathrooms were definitely not helping, and no matter how many bathroom schedules were taped to the fridge, no one ever actually followed them. Karen woke up before the sun every day, already dressed and halfway exhausted, just to tackle the impossible task of feeding nine people before school and work swallowed them whole.
By the time everyone finally gathered around the dining table, it was more noise than meal, chairs scraping, someone arguing over the last piece of bacon, voices overlapping so badly no single conversation could survive and someone was always being yelled at to sit down and eat. Julie was pretty sure Ted Wheeler would have happily tossed them all out onto the street if he had his way, but Karen would sooner chain the doors shut than let that happen.
Eventually, the house would erupt into a final wave of slammed doors, hurried footsteps, and shouted apologies. "I'm late!" "Has anyone seen my jacket?" "Hurry up!" echoed through the halls as everyone spilled out the front door in a rush. Julie usually ended up in the car with Nancy and Jonathan, collapsing into the back seat and stealing a few precious minutes of sleep.
As they pulled onto the road, Nancy would reach over and turn on the radio, right on cue, the familiar voice of Robin Buckley filled the car as The Morning Squawk crackled to life.
"Good morning, Hawkins! This is WSQK at the Squawk!" came blaring through the speakers, followed by what was very clearly a rubber chicken squeaking.
"That's a new one," Nancy chuckled from the driver's seat.
"It's looking like a pretty regular day in Hawkins. Fifty-five degrees, pretty low chance of rain, medium chance of arrest, high chance of helicopters, but general banality aside, it's an exciting day for me, your friend, entertainer, and DJ, Robin Buckley, nice to meet you, aka Rockin' Robin! And why is it a big day for me, you ask? Well, it is my five-hundredth broadcast. Yeah, you heard that right, folks, five-double-o!"
The sound of exaggerated applause burst through the radio. Julie smiled softly, already knowing Steve was the one making it happen.
"Which means it's been even, even longer since you last heard the sultry voice of Jimmy 'Fast Hands' Lee. But while Jimmy was fleeing Hawkins even faster than he moves those hands, yours truly was watching slack-jawed as the earth split open beneath her feet and coughed up that tsunami of mysterious dandruff. And now, I'm stuck here with you, my fellow quarantine compatriots, and if I can be brutally honest, I couldn't be happier.
"Because when you really think about it, why would you wanna live anywhere else? I mean, what town on earth can match our impressive military-to-civilian ratio? And those free mandatory medical checkups? I mean, very cool. After we inhaled those springtime snowflakes, who knows what's wrong with us? Maybe we're fine, maybe we're not. No one really knows for sure. After all, this was a 'natural phenomenon never before seen by man.' A phenomenon now covered up by a giant metal Band-Aid. Quite the eyesore, but hey, great for sledding! Though seriously, kids, stop sledding on the giant steel Band-Aid. You are going to kill yourselves. Also, the men with guns? They don't like it. Not one bit.
"While we're on the subject of things not to do, please steer clear of the Military Access Control Zone, aka the MAC-Z, or as I like to call it, the Big Mac. I have no idea what's going on in there, but I have a gut feeling there's a pretty good reason they'd like you to stay away. But hey, the rest of Hawkins is still there for you to enjoy! Someday soon, they're going to let us out of here.
"In the meantime, be thankful this is your home. Study for that test. Enjoy that TV dinner. And go on that date, which, by the way, is exactly what yours truly is doing tonight. That's right. Rockin' Robin has a date, ladies and gentlemen. And now, who is this lucky someone? Well, don't be so nosy, kids. They know who they are. That is, if you're listening, which I hope you are. Because this next one? It's for you, babe."
Julie chuckled as the song began to play, knowing a little too well who Robin was really playing it for.
"Oh, come on," she said, leaning forward between the front seats. "She's not even trying to be subtle anymore."
Nancy snorted softly. "She sounds... suspiciously sentimental for a milestone broadcast."
Jonathan glanced at the radio, then back at Julie through the mirror. "You look like you know something."
Julie lifted her hands in mock innocence. "I might."
Nancy met her eyes in the rearview mirror. "You're enjoying this."
"Someone has to," Julie said lightly.
Nancy was just about to quip back when the song suddenly glitched on the radio, the signal warping into sharp bursts of static before cutting in and out unevenly.
"What the hell?" Jonathan muttered, brows knitting as he reached for the radio and twisted the dials. The interference only worsened, the music dissolving into broken fragments of sound.
"Do you think the problem is down at the Squawk?" Julie asked, sitting up straighter.
"It's likely," Nancy said, already pressing harder on the gas. The engine revved as she sped up, the car veering toward the station.
"I swear to God, this stupid thing does not exist!" Robin exclaimed, slamming a drawer shut as she hurried across the station.
"Can someone try Dustin again?" Jonathan asked, scanning the shelves stacked with dusty equipment and half-labeled boxes.
"He turned off his walkie," Robin said with a frustrated sigh.
Nancy straightened from the mess scattered across the floor, "What's up with him lately?"
"Don't even get me started," Steve muttered, not looking up from the folded piece of paper he'd found.
"Yeah, please don't," Robin added dryly, already yanking open another drawer.
Julie was silent.
Everybody knew why Dustin was the way he was now.
Eddie.
Ever since Eddie's death, he just hadn't been the same. Everyone missed him, the cheery, loud, relentlessly hopeful Dustin that they had all grown to love. The boy who cracked jokes in the face of danger, who believed in heroes even when the world gave him every reason not to. Now, all that brightness had been funneled into one desperate purpose: making the world see Eddie the way he did. A hero. Not a monster. Not a headline. Just Eddie.
But who would listen to him anyway?
He spent hours every week at the cemetery, kneeling in the dirt beside Eddie's grave, scrubbing away graffiti and trash left behind by immature kids who still believed the lies. He treated the headstone like something sacred, brushing dirt from the carved letters as if Eddie might feel it somehow. Sometimes he talked to the stone. Sometimes he yelled at it. Sometimes he just sat there in silence until the sun went down.
There had been a time he talked to Julie about it, about Eddie, about the anger and the grief and the unbearable unfairness of it all. They had grown closer after his death, bonded by the same hollow ache in their chests. But lately, he hadn't been talking to her about it at all. Instead, he'd been retreating into himself, turning into this quiet, guarded version of Dustin that no one quite recognized anymore.
And honestly, Julie didn't blame him.
She hadn't been the same since Eddie's death either.
Some mornings she woke up with Eddie's name already on her mind, her first instinct to go to school and yell at him about forgetting to turn in another damn project on time, until reality crashed back in and she remembered she didn't have to do that anymore. She couldn't do that anymore. The realization always hit like a physical blow, leaving her staring at the ceiling with tears pooling in her eyes.
At night, it was worse.
Sometimes her mom would rush into her room after hearing muffled sobs, only to find Julie curled in on herself, shaking as she cried her heart out. Because every time she closed her eyes, she saw Eddie again, bloodied, broken, lifeless. The grin that used to light up a room now frozen in her memory forever.
Grief had hollowed her out in quiet ways. She laughed less. Slept worse. Smiled slower. And on the days she did feel almost normal, the guilt followed closely behind, as if forgetting the pain, even briefly, meant forgetting Eddie himself.
And maybe that was why she understood Dustin better than anyone else.
Because they were both still living in the aftershocks of losing him.
"Hey, I got it!" Nancy said suddenly, pulling out a thick binder.
She slapped the manual onto the table and rapidly flipped through its worn pages.
"Wait, wait, there it is. Remote radio head. Yeah," Steve said, leaning in to read over the edge of the table.
"And where, exactly, are we supposed to find this remote thingamajig?" Robin asked, folding her arms.
Nancy fell quiet for a moment, eyes skimming the diagram on the page. Then her expression shifted, that familiar look everyone had learned to recognize, the one that meant she'd just had an idea.
"I don't see it," Robin said, craning her neck as she stared up at the towering cell tower.
"It's up there somewhere," Nancy insisted. "It's gotta be."
"So I guess someone's gotta climb to the tippy top of this bad boy and, uh..." Robin added, twisting her fingers in the air like she was turning an invisible dial.
"Without a harness or anything, that seems kinda dangerous," Nancy said carefully.
"Aka a job for good old Steve Harrington," Steve announced, already striding toward the base of the tower.
"No third person, please!" Robin called after him as Steve waved her off.
Jonathan stepped forward and came to a stop beside Steve. "I, uh... I actually think this might be a better job for Jonathan Byers," he said, tugging his jacket off his shoulders.
"Oh dear lord, not this again," Julie muttered, covering her face with her hand as Robin and Nancy both rolled their eyes.
"I'm like one-quarter monkey, dude. I got this, Byers. Don't sweat it," Steve said, tossing his jacket toward Robin as he headed for the ladder.
"Uh, voltage! Unless you wanna fry." Robin blurted.
"Yeah, I know, I'm not an idiot," Steve replied, detouring into the control room. Moments later, the power supply clicked off. He stepped back outside just in time to see Jonathan already halfway up the ladder.
"Whoa, dude, what are you doing?" Steve shouted.
"I got this, dude. Don't sweat it," Jonathan shot back before climbing even higher.
"Son of a..." Steve muttered before sprinting for the second ladder and starting up after him.
Nancy couldn't even watch. She turned around with a sharp sigh. Robin's eyes flicked between Nancy and Julie.
"What is it about y'all's presence that brings out their inner neanderthal?"
Julie rolled her eyes but tilted her head back to follow the two figures climbing higher and higher. "They're going to kill themselves."
Just as Robin was about to reply, a deep engine rumble cut through the air. A large truck rolled to a stop at the base of the tower, kicking up dust.
"I thought grocery delivery wasn't until tomorrow," Robin said, squinting.
"Me too," Nancy replied as the three girls started toward the truck.
The driver's door swung open and Murray hopped out. "Hey, guys!"
He hurried to the back, flung the doors open, and climbed inside, dragging out a heavy sack. "Santa's brought a full sack today!"
He jumped down and placed a small device into Robin's hands. "A fresh telemetry tag. Scarcer than hen's teeth, these things."
Then he rummaged through a large cardboard box and pulled out two metal baskets, handing them to Nancy. "Enough shells and bullets for Hop to start a small war, if he so chooses."
Next, he produced a single limp head of lettuce. "Anyone order a salad?" he asked with a grin.
He tossed it back into the box and immediately pulled out a grenade. "Grenade salad? I hid the grenades under the, uh, lettuce."
Robin, Julie, and Nancy just stared at him.
Murray cleared his throat, took the hint, and continued rummaging.
"Gatorade for El's battery," he announced, holding up a small bottle.
"Did someone say Gatorade?" Steve said, suddenly appearing and snagging it for a sip.
"But I don't think it'll go too well with..." Murray continued, pulling out a candy bar. "Peanut butter."
"Boppers! God, I missed these things, thanks!" Steve said, grabbing the packet.
"Don't worry, Mr. Byers, I got you a present too!" Murray told Jonathan, digging again before producing a cassette tape. "I know you're allergic to jazz, but just give it a whirl. I think you'll find it quite engaging," he added with a wink.
Jonathan stared at him in disbelief before snatching the tape and shoving it into his pocket. Nancy and Julie exchanged confused looks, what could he possibly want with a cassette tape?
"And for the station manager," Murray said, lightly thwacking Nancy on the head with an envelope, "the reason for my premature delivery."
Nancy tore it open and began reading as the others leaned in.
"A burn? Tonight? But that's too–" Julie started.
"Too soon? I know," Murray said. "Whatever they're doing in the Upside Down requires serious resources."
Nancy flipped through the pages as everyone read along.
"That's a lot of cargo," Robin muttered.
"I figure a supply drop this big requires two hours minimum," Murray said.
"Which gives Hopper plenty of time for a crawl," Nancy finished.
"Maybe tonight's the night we finally find that bastard and end this."
"Hey there, friends, this is Rockin' Robin. Sorry about the abrupt departure. I hope you survived without me. We had some annoying technical difficulties." Robin spoke into the radio microphone as Steve played a tape of glass shattering, followed by a baby crying.
"But to make it up to you, we have a very special treat that's sure to turn your day upside down..." she continued, slipping the vinyl of Diana Ross' Upside Down onto the turntable. To anyone else, it would sound like just another song on the radio, but to them, it meant something else entirely. This song signaled a new crawl. Another step closer to finding Vecna and putting an end to this mess.
"Now, before you start bumping, here's a few fun facts about the Boss. She was born Diane in the North End of Detroit. Berry Gordy, that's Gordy with a G, signed her to Motown in 1961. And one is the key number, because between 1964 and '67, the Supremes had ten songs hit the top of the charts. That's right, ten. Then in '78, she tried to make it big in the movies with The Wiz, which was a colossal flop-a-roonie. But, in my personal opinion, I still dig it. Michael Jackson as a scarecrow? Give it a chance. But make sure you bring your supersized popcorn, because this movie has a run time of over two hours. All right, class dismissed. I hope you were taking notes. There will be a test later. Take it away, Diane."
As the volume of the song turned up, the real message settled in. The entire monologue Robin delivered over the radio wasn't just trivia, it was a carefully planted set of clues about how the crawl was meant to happen that night.
NORTH. ZONE G1. 10P.M. 2 HOURS.
The moment Robin finished, everyone exchanged looks and nodded. Without a word, they filed out of the studio and toward the storage shelves in the back. Nancy shoved aside a cardboard box, revealing a square-shaped hole cut into the wall, a lock dangling loosely from it. She pulled a set of keys from her pocket and unlocked it.
Together, Jonathan and Nancy pushed the shelf aside, exposing a hidden staircase. Once everyone was through, Steve slid the shelf back into place, sealing the passageway, then carefully dragged the box back to cover the hole, leaving the studio looking exactly the way it had before.
They descended the staircase and entered WSQK's secret basement. Nancy dragged the projector into place and slid a map of Hawkins onto the screen, then grabbed a metal stick and stepped toward the board. Jonathan stood behind the projector while Julie, Steve, and Robin settled around the table.
"All right. So, assuming Murray's intel is correct, the supply convoy is set to reach Hawkins at 10:00 sharp. Meaning I want Hopper in the tunnels and en route to MACZ no later than 9:00," Nancy said, pointing to the map with the stick.
"Barring unusual traffic, I expect the convoy to reach MACZ at 10:15," she continued, tapping the MACZ on the map. "And now the crawl begins. Hop is now in the Upside Down, traveling at what I hope to be a gentle thirty miles an hour, which will allow Dustin and Steve to follow along in the Rightside Up. I expect the convoy to take the same route as last month. Main to Cornwallis, one turn." She traced the route with the stick. "But if you guys hit any red lights..."
"I'll blow through," Steve said.
"Only if there's no MPs around," Nancy shot back, quickly turning and pointing the stick at him. "Remember, if you guys get pulled over, we lose Hop. We're toast."
Steve raised his eyebrows and threw his hands up. "I got it."
Julie got up from her seat and took the stick from Nancy, "You're gonna travel up Cornwallis for about six miles, and as the convoy reaches this Shell station here", she pointed to a spot on the map, "we radio Hop to disembark. That'll drop him at the border of G1, where he'll have two whole hours to search for Vecna, which is ample time. He's cleared zones much faster. So, all in all, signs point to another successful crawl."
She finished and walked over to the light switch, flicking it on. Turning back to the group, she smiled.
Steve, Jonathan, and Robin exchanged uncertain looks. Jonathan cleared his throat.
"Is there a problem?" Nancy asked.
"Um..." Jonathan glanced at the others, who immediately looked away. "No. No, I mean, I think it's good," he said quietly.
"Yeah, yeah, it's good. It's really good. It's just, um..." Steve said, struggling to find the words.
"Zone G1 is not that exciting or Vecna-y," Robin deadpanned. "What does it have? A Circuit City, a couple of houses, and a Big Buy? What are the chances Vecna's shopping for Lucky Charms?"
"It doesn't matter," Nancy said firmly. "We stick to the plan. We break into the Upside Down the only way we can, through the MACZ gate, under the cover of a burn. Once inside, we search one zone at a time, methodically, until we figure out where he's been hiding."
"Unless..." Steve said. "He's already dead. Again, your plan is great. It's just... this is crawl what? Are we in the thirties now? And not a single baddie in sight? El can't find him in her bath, and Will hasn't had his goosies since the shake 'n' quake."
"Goosies?" Julie asked, frowning at him. Steve just smiled.
"And last we saw Vecna," Steve continued, "he was roasting like a turkey and pumped full of lead. That was before he fell three stories. So you ever think we're scouring a battlefield that we already, like, won?"
"Have you forgotten what he showed Julie?" Jonathan said. "Hawkins on fire. Mum, Will, everyone dead."
"Yeah, man," Steve replied. "He also showed Max her brother walking around with a hole in his chest. That's what he does. He gets in your head and tries to scare you."
"Yeah, but he did a good job, because I am scared," Julie said. "And you should be scared too. Because if he's still out there, he's planning to end our world."
Nancy sighed. "So we don't stop looking. No matter how many more crawls it takes."
Julie nodded, looking around the room. "Everyone in?"
They looked at one another, then nodded.
"We're in."
"I feel like I haven't been able to hang out with you all day."
Steve said it from behind her, arms slipping around Julie's waist as she stood at the counter, carefully tuning the radio dial. Afternoon sunlight poured through the windows, casting long shadows across the station.
"That's because we haven't," she said, turning in his grasp. "First the radio starts freaking out, then the world-ending meeting."
Steve nodded. "Yeah. I miss when 'wonky signals' just meant someone spilled coffee on the equipment."
"You spilled coffee on the equipment," Julie said.
"Once."
She gave him a look.
"Okay, twice," he admitted. "But still."
She smiled and nudged his knee with hers. "At least we figured it out. Sort of."
"Sort of," Steve echoed. "Which is never comforting."
He leaned back, hands laced behind his head. "We went from 'why does the radio sound possessed' to 'let's send Hopper into another dimension' in, like, record time."
There was a comfortable pause. Somewhere down the hall, a record hummed softly.
They ended up on the couch a few minutes later, Julie curled into his side, her legs draped over his. Steve absentmindedly played with the ends of her hair while they listened to the soft hiss of the radio.
"Do you remember the time Robin convinced us the power was haunted?" Julie said.
Steve snorted. "She had me apologizing to the breaker box."
"You bowed."
"I was being respectful."
From the other side of the room, Robin called, "For the record, that breaker box deserved respect."
Julie laughed. "You also told Dustin it was a Russian listening device."
"And he believed me," Steve said proudly.
"Because you said it with confidence."
"That's my thing."
The laughter faded into something quieter. Steve's hand slowed in her hair.
"Hey," he said softly. "When this is over... we should do something stupidly normal."
Julie tilted her head to look at him. "Define stupidly normal."
"Drive somewhere. Eat bad food. Argue about music. No maps. No clocks."
She smiled, warm and real. "I'd like that."
He leaned down, resting his forehead against hers. "Just... wanted to say it out loud."
She kissed him slowly, not rushed, not desperate, just grounding.
"Hey," Robin said suddenly. "If you two start making long-term plans, I'm going to need a warning."
Steve didn't open his eyes. "Get used to it."
Jonathan walked into the studio just in time to see Steve stretched out on the couch, Julie curled comfortably against his side, her legs tucked over his.
He stopped short.
"...Ew," Jonathan said flatly. "Get off my sister, dude."
Steve didn't move. He barely even looked at him. "We are fully clothed and emotionally bonded," he replied. "Relax."
Julie sighed but shifted anyway, untangling herself and standing up. "What's up?"
Jonathan pointed toward the far corner of the studio. "I need to talk to you. Alone."
Steve's jaw tightened, but he didn't argue. Julie gave his hand a quick squeeze before following Jonathan away, past the soundboard and into the dimmer corner near the record shelves.
Jonathan reached into his jacket and pulled out a cassette tape.
Julie frowned. "That's the tape Murray gave you earlier today."
Jonathan nodded. "Yeah. But it's not just a cassette."
He flipped it open.
Julie leaned closer and froze.
Nestled inside the hollowed plastic was a small, unmistakable glint.
A ring.
An engagement ring.
Her breath hitched. "Oh my god."
Jonathan swallowed. "I'm... I'm going to propose to Nancy."
Julie's initial shock softened into something else, concern. Jonathan wasn't smiling. He wasn't even steady. His fingers hovered over the tape like he wasn't sure he should be holding it at all.
"You don't sound very sure," she said quietly.
"I am," he said quickly. Too quickly. "I mean, I am sure. I love her. I want to be with her for the rest of my life."
Julie crossed her arms. "Jonathan."
He looked away.
She stepped closer. "You're my brother. You don't get to lie to me. Not like that."
Jonathan exhaled slowly, shoulders slumping. "There's just...more."
She waited.
"I feel like everything's slipping," he admitted. "Nancy, Hawkins, us. We've been through so much together, and now she's talking about leaving, about her future, and I don't fit in it the way I used to." His voice cracked slightly. "I don't want to lose her."
Julie's heart twisted. "So you think proposing will fix it?"
"I think it'll make her stay," he said. "I think it'll remind her that what we have matters. That it's real."
"It is real," Julie said gently. "But that's exactly why this is dangerous."
Jonathan frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means you don't propose because you're scared," she said. "You don't ask someone to marry you because the world's falling apart and you're trying to hold it together with a ring."
He bristled. "You don't get it."
"I do," she shot back. "I get it more than anyone. We've lived the same nightmares, Jonathan. But you can't trap her in Hawkins with trauma and hope it turns into a future."
"I'm not trapping her," he snapped.
"You kind of are," Julie said. "What happens if she says yes and realizes later it was pressure? Or guilt? Or fear? What happens to both of you then?"
Jonathan's jaw clenched. "So what, you think I should just let her go?"
"I think you should talk to her," Julie said. "Really talk to her. Not make a move this big because you're terrified of being left behind."
Silence stretched between them.
Finally, Jonathan closed the cassette and shoved it back into his jacket.
Julie sighed. "I'm just trying to protect you."
He stepped away, already turning back toward the door. "I'll see you at the crawl, Jules."
And then he was gone.
Julie stood there for a moment, exhaling shakily, before forcing herself to walk back into the studio. Jonathan brushed past her on his way out, shoulders tight, eyes forward.
Steve and Robin both looked up instantly.
"...What was that about?" Robin asked.
Julie stopped near the couch, rubbing her arms like she was cold.
She shook her head once. "Nothing I can fix."
Steve studied her, concern flickering across his face, but didn't push.
Later that night, Hopper and Joyce loaded the guns while the rest of them crowded around the table. The kids, Nancy, and Julie worked quickly, laying everything out in careful piles, weapons, food, first-aid supplies, spare batteries. Everything Hopper might need. Everything they could think of.
Jonathan finished setting up the telemetry tracker and handed it to Hopper.
"Here. Good luck," Jonathan said.
Hopper nodded, clipping the device into place. "Tag's active."
"Copy," Robin said into the radio. "Harrington, you getting any signal? Tag is active."
"Yeah, just give me a second," Steve's voice crackled through from the van parked outside. "Hey, anybody know how Henderson's wheelie thing works?"
Robin frowned at the radio. "Uh... any ideas?"
"There's a safety lock," Will said quietly. "Look for a small switch under the wheel."
Robin relayed it. "There should be a safety lock under the wheel."
"Safety lock. Real necessary," Steve muttered. A pause. "Okay. Okay, getting a signal. It's pretty quiet, though." The wheel hummed faintly in the background. "Signal's holding at a steady 90dB. But how am I supposed to monitor this and drive without Henderson?"
"Uh, hear anything from Inspector Gadget?" Hopper asked.
Mike shook his head. "Nothing."
"No. You're staying here," Joyce said sharply.
"Mom," Will protested. "I helped Dustin set up the antenna. I know how to work it."
"Out of the question," Joyce said, voice tight. "It- it's just a wheel."
"It's not just a wheel," Will said, frustration creeping in.
Joyce ignored him, already turning. "Jonathan, you... you can work it, right?"
Jonathan sighed. "Yeah. Yeah. I mean, I think so."
"You better not think. You better know," Hopper said. "You lose me out there, I'm not coming home."
"Take Julie with you," Joyce added.
Jonathan looked to his sister. Julie nodded without hesitation, and after a beat, Jonathan nodded too.
"We can handle it," he said.
Joyce and Hopper exchanged a look, then headed up the staircase and out of the basement, the door closing softly behind them.
Julie lingered, her gaze drifting to Will. He stood off to the side, shoulders hunched, eyes fixed on the floor. Julie understood her mother's protectiveness. God, she did. After everything Will had been through, after everything they all had been through, how could their mom not be terrified of letting him out of her sight?
Still, watching him now, Julie felt a dull ache in her chest. Will wasn't fragile glass, no matter how much Joyce treated him like he was. He needed room to breathe, to feel useful, to feel trusted. Being protected all the time didn't feel like safety, it felt like a cage.
Julie stepped closer and rested a hand lightly on his shoulder. He glanced up at her, eyes glossy but steady.
"It's okay," she said softly. "We've got this."
Will nodded, though the disappointment didn't fully leave his face.
Julie and Jonathan exchanged a quiet sigh before heading up from the basement and out into the cool night air, climbing into the WSQK van. Jonathan swung open the back doors. Julie climbed in first, settling beside the equipment, followed closely by Jonathan.
Steve's face lit up the moment he saw Julie.
"Hey," he said, soft and automatic.
Then his eyes flicked to Jonathan, and the smile vanished just as quickly.
They took their seats in the back, Julie leaning forward to watch the readings while Jonathan reached for the headphones. The hum of the equipment filled the small space.
"You comfortable back there, Byers," Steve called over his shoulder, "or you want me to get you a pillow?"
Julie frowned. Jonathan shot Steve an irritated look as he slipped the headphones on.
"Just focus on driving," Jonathan said flatly.
Steve didn't reply, but his grip tightened on the steering wheel as he pulled the van onto the road.
For a while, the only sounds were the engine and the soft beeping of the telemetry tracker. Julie kept her eyes on the readings, steady for now. She glanced at her brother, his shoulders were rigid, jaw tight. Then she looked to Steve in the rearview mirror, his expression unreadable, jaw clenched like he was biting back something he didn't want to say.
She hated it.
Whatever was going on between them had been simmering for months. Before Jonathan left for California, things had been... fine. Not perfect, but manageable. Since he'd come back, though, every shared room felt charged, every comment a spark waiting to catch. Neither of them would admit it, and Julie was stuck right in the middle, wishing they'd stop pretending nothing was wrong.
They reached the designated location and parked, the van idling as they waited. The minutes stretched.
Steve reached into the console and pulled out a peanut butter Bopper, snapping it cleanly in half. He passed one piece back to Julie and ate the other.
She gave him a small, grateful smile.
"Jonathan, signal?" Joyce's voice crackled over the radio.
Julie looked at Jonathan. He nodded once. She reached for the wheel and slowly turned it. Static hissed through the speakers.
"Snagged it," she said into the radio.
"Should I move?" Steve asked.
"No. Hold. Hold. Hold," Jonathan said, watching the numbers climb as the beeping quickened. "Hold... go!"
Steve nodded, immediately shifting into gear and pulling back onto the road, following the planned route as the signal locked in.
After a few more minutes of driving, Julie's eyes widened as she stared at the telemetry screen.
The numbers were dropping.
"We're losing him!" she exclaimed.
"Wait, what?" Steve asked, glancing between the road and the mirror.
"Wait! Stop! Stop!" Jonathan yelled.
Steve slammed on the brakes, the van lurching to a halt.
Julie and Jonathan leaned in as the wheel spun wildly, the beeping growing louder as the frequency spiked. Julie adjusted the dial with careful hands, holding her breath.
"We got him," she said, relief flooding her voice.
Jonathan let out a shaky breath, and Steve slumped back in his seat with a panting laugh. For a brief moment, all three of them just looked at each other, sharing the same exhausted relief.
Then everything went wrong.
The beeping erupted again, too fast, too loud. The lights flickered. Electricity crackled through the equipment, the signal stuttering violently.
"No, no, no," Julie muttered, fingers flying as she twisted dials and slammed buttons.
Jonathan did the same, pulling at wires, adjusting knobs. Nothing responded.
"The hell's happening, man?" Steve shouted, twisting around in his seat.
"I don't know!" Jonathan yelled back, panic creeping into his voice as the van filled with noise.
please please please post the season 5 of haven, OH BTW THE NAME JULIE WAS MENTIONED ON THE ADULTS SCENE AT THE ROOFTOP TOO this fic was definitely the first thing i remembered and the way it was with steve too, im curious abt your reaction abt it HAHAHA
hii! 4 chapters of season 5 is up on wattpad, and they will be up on tumblr by today :)
AND YES!!! when steve said her name i honestly paused the show and laughed my ass off for a bit because LMAO??? HOLY COINCIDENCE??
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