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Walking into the darker version of the Wheelers' house, they all cringed at the sight of evil swallowing everything.
"Might be time to get a maid, Wheeler." Robin spoke up.
"Come on. I don't wanna stay here longer than we have to." Nancy initiated, going straight up the stairs.
They all followed behind, Ronnie turned around when she didn't see Steve's flashlight following her.
"Steve?" Ronnie asked.
He stopped, turning and pointing his flashlight towards the kitchen. Immediately going down the steps, she had no choice but to follow him down.
"Did you hear that?" Steve whispered, walking further into the kitchen.
"Hear what?"
"Dustin? Dustin! Can you hear me? Dustin!" Steve shouted, looking up at the ceiling.
"Steve, what the hell?" Ronnie shouted back.
Nancy, Robin and Eddie came running down, standing right behind them.
"Hello? Hello!" Steve shouted, spinning around with his flashlight.
"Maybe he really does have rabies." Robin commented, Ronnie turning around and tilting her head at her.
"Steve, what are you doing?" Nancy asked.
"He's here. Henderson." Steve answered, shining the light on all of them.
"That little shit, he's here. He's like... He's in the walls or something. Just listen." Steve answered, continuing to shout Dustin's name.
The rest of them just stood there in silence, when they faintly heard Dustin's voice echoing. They walked around the dining room shouting Dustin's name, hoping somehow that he would hear them.
"All right, either this kid can't hear us or he's being a total douchebag." Steve suggested.
"Will found a way." Ronnie whispered.
"What?" Steve asked.
"Didn't Will find a way to talk to Joyce?" Ronnie turned to Nancy.
"Yeah, through lights." Nancy answered, her face lighting up with the same idea.
Ronnie and Nancy tried turning on the lamp and the light switches, but nothing worked.
"Guys?" Steve grabbed their attention. "You seeing this?"
They moved their attention to the ceiling chandelier in the dining room, Steve's flashlight aiming at it, noticing the lightbulbs faintly shining, flickering almost. Walking up towards it, it was like glitter scattered around it.
Ronnie's hand reaching for it, making the glitter shine brighter as they all put their hands up to it.
