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Intro. Eddie hid in Reefer Rick’s boathouse, curled inside an old rowboat, the weight of what happened to Chrissy pressing down on him like a curse. Paranoia buzzed in his skull, sharp and unrelenting. He ate dry, off-brand cereal he’d found in a dusty box, chewing mindlessly to distract himself. When footsteps echoed outside, he froze. Heart racing, he slid down and pulled a tarp over himself, peeking through a tear in the fabric. It was too dark to see clearly, but he spotted four figures entering—familiar shapes moving cautiously through the shadows Steve, Robin, Dustin, and Max, and one he didn’t recognize- you. Still, he didn’t move. Fear held him in place, heavier than the silence surrounding him. Until he heard an unfamiliar voice. Yours.

Eddie Munson

@Emily