[COMPLETED UNTIL SEASON 5]
Ana Thompson always seems to wind up in the strangest predicaments...
A perpetual victim of Murphy's Law, Ana finds herself arriving in Hawkins, Indiana just prior to the events of November 6th, 1983.
And, just prior to f...
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THE AIR INSIDE the Byers' home was permeated with sorrow. Bob the Brain had sacrificed himself to ensure the others' safety, and his absence was profoundly felt. If only that's where their troubles ended.
Will's unconscious body lay on the couch where Jonathan whispered words of comfort to his ailing brother. Nancy, in turn, attempted to comfort him with a supportive hand on the shoulder. Steve saw this act of affection and was noticeably wounded by it. He watched the two interact the same was Ana did whenever Hopper and Joyce took solitude in one another, with a barely concealed pain that made her empathize with him.
Meanwhile, Hopper was relaying details about the night's events at the laboratory over the phone, but from his frustrated tone, it wasn't going over well. Hard to explain a pack of demon dogs attacking a government building, Ana imagined.
That conversation concluded with Hopper aggressively slamming the phone back onto its receiver. Probably not a good sign, but Dustin questioned to be sure. "They didn't believe you, did they?"
Hopper huffed and answered, "we'll see." Sounded a lot like the word 'no' to everyone sitting around the kitchen table. So, help wasn't coming, and they were one again resorted to handling the matter themselves. Great.
It appeared Mike found this response unacceptable because he snapped. "We'll see? We can't just sit here while those things are loose!"
"We stay here, and we wait for help," was the following dismissal, and Ana audibly tsked at the police chief from her spot by the sink. That earned her a tight-lipped glare from Hopper before he walked off, down a back hall.
When was the last time Ana and Hopper had engaged in an argument? A few days ago, at least. Yeah, they were definitely due for a re-up.
Thus, she stalked behind him down the dark hallway and pulled him to a stop just before he could enter the room where Joyce Byers sat, mourning.
"Hey, we both know help isn't coming." Ana considered that whispering the contradictory statement might take some of the edge off the words.
Her hypothesis was immediately proven wrong, though. Hopper didn't like that, and leered over her, face to face, to whispered his disagreement. At least he was whispering, she hadn't been wrong about that smart move. "I said, we stay here, and we wait for help," he bit back with venom coating his words.
It was a bold next move, but now was the time for bold moves, so Ana reached forward and grabbed the outside of Hopper's jacket pockets, one in each of her hands. He wasn't going to escape this exchange easily, not while she was latched onto him. Maybe the proximity would even soften the blow of her ensuing suggestion. "I think it's time we bring out the big guns."
Her recommendation hung in the air between them like a foul scent because both parties knew she wasn't referring to literal firearms. It turned out, Ana was going zero for two that evening on hypotheses because proximity didn't do a damn thing to deter him from lashing out at her implied proposition.
