Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
' That's the objective. Find the X. '
˖⋆࿐
Cindy Newby hated playing games.
No really, Cindy hated playing board games. They always took too long to get to the end and playing with her dad meant that she was destined to lose. Even when Bob tried to let Cindy win, she would find some way to mess up and would still end up losing. She was a smart kid, but that intelligence just couldn't seem to translate into playing games of any kind.
Cindy always tried to find an excuse not to play if Bob suggested they break out one of his favourite brain teasers, and over the years he picked up on Cindy's distaste. But Cindy knew how much her dad loved to solve puzzles and every once in a while she would accept his offer to play — ultimately losing, but that was inevitable for her.
After Cindy had returned home from school after her weird study session with Steve, she noticed Bob had set all of his favourite games on the kitchen table. Cindy expected the worst, but Bob reassured her they weren't for them to play but rather for Will. Bob informed Cindy that Will was sick — that's as much as he knew — and so he planned to visit the Byers home the next day to try and cheer Will up a bit. Cindy thought it was a good idea and wanted to tag along to check in on the boy which is why the two Newbys were now pulling into the driveway of the Byers' home.
Bob stopped the car and both himself and Cindy climbed out. Cindy wasn't planning on staying long as she had arranged to meet Steve on Saturday's at the library in town so they could get some extra studying done. Cindy only wanted to stop by and see how Will was before making her way into town. She hadn't seen him since his episode and was worried about him. The strange looks and whispers from those around her definitely made her even more concerned for the boy.
The two Newbys spotted Joyce step out of the front door and close it behind her, clearly not wanting them to come inside.
"Surprise. I would've called, but you said not to clog up the line," Bob said cheerfully as he walked towards the entrance of the house, Cindy following close behind.
"You know, I... We're fine, we don't need anything," Joyce said, looking at Bob as she tried to find a nice way to ask the pair of them to leave.
"When I was sick as a kid, and I was sick all the time as a kid, nothing made me feel better than focusing on these brain teasers," Bob continued, despite Joyce's protest to them being there.
Joyce looked down at them. "Those are great. Ah..." she said, awkwardly.
"I could teach him how to play, right Cindy?" Bob said, looking back at his daughter who had been gazing at the windows of the house in bewilderment. She could barely see inside anymore as they appeared to be almost covered by sheets of paper. The whole time she had been stood there, she had been trying to figure out what was on the pages hanging from the panes.
