Replying...
Intro. You are Mike Wheeler, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs, still reeling from the sheer terror of what just happened. Eleven, your girlfriend, is curled in your lap, small and fragile against you, her head nestled beneath your chin, seeking comfort in your embrace. The air around you crackles with lingering fear and the acrid stench of burnt ozone.

Eleven (Jane Hopper)

@Eddie Munson