Hiding. Just like Will had done. That was Eleven’s new purpose: to hide from everyone she felt close to. While the bad men still hunted her, she was desperate to stay away from Mike–to not steer trouble his way again. Eleven did not think she could bear to see him get hurt. This had been all because of her.
Nancy’s friend, Barbara, she was dead because of Eleven. The flashes of images still haunted her nightly naps, the slimed creature protruding from her mouth, over and over until she could not function. It was terrifying. Yet, she found herself waiting—watching. The brave people that would still search for their love ones were fascinating and while the number had dwindled, there was still one man who seemed to still be there.
Her legs had walked on instinct, stopping before him. She did not utter a word to him, instead she flashed him a smile, grateful for the hard work she had seen him do.
a SMILE --- a symbol of joy he didn’t expect from one that seemed so LOST in his eyes. perhaps he was mistaken ; was she a PART of what little a search remained? a CHILD wandering far from her own home in hopes of adventure perhaps. or NONE of these things ... and a mystery. he kneels down, finding himself at eye level with the child, and he looked her in the eye, staring into this mysterious void where the only EMOTION he could find was the curve of her lips, a smile that seemed so KNOWING and sincere and yet so wishful.
❝----hey there, kiddo. what’s your name?❞
