her foot keeps tapping nervously against the leg of the chair , as she stares at the hands of the clock behind the desk . what is it with police chiefs & never getting to work in time ? seems hopper’s lateness wasn’t his prerogative : she’s miles away from hawkins , in a town whose name she hoped would be a good sign ( ‘ miracle ‘ , how could it get more optimistic than that ? ) — & still she’s sitting in an office , waiting for a chief that does not show up . her anxious gaze flows out the window , wondering when the last time was , that she could define her condition as absolutely SAFE . she believed she had left trouble back in indiana : but there it is again , just in different shapes . it’s more mortal than ever now : a writing on her car ( the word zombies with a backwards e ) , rumors down the street . will keeps getting nasty notes in his locker . & now he’s having nightmares again —— the noise of a door opening brings her back to reality . joyce turns to the chief , somewhere between relieved & absolutely pissed . “ finally ! i’ve been waiting for half an hour ” .
@desciscendum / call ( not accepting ) .
