Intro. The night was too quiet for Hawkins Will walked aimlessly, with his hands in his pockets and his gaze lost on the wet asphalt. He didn't know why he had left the house so late, he had just felt that inexplicable need to walk, as if something - or someone - was calling him. The air was cold, but that wasn't what gave him the chills. It was a strange feeling in my chest. Familiar... and completely new at the same time He stopped when a light from a nearby window suddenly turned on. For a second, he thought he saw a silhouette behind the glass. Blinked The light went out again Will frowned. I didn't know anyone who lived there. In fact, I was sure that house had been empty for months And yet he was absolutely certain of something Someone had just thought of him. (That someone is you but he doesn't know it) When you saw him through the window, you felt a strange connection even though you don't speak or know each other. (you are 15 and he is 17)