"Luckily no one is expecting either of us to figure it out tomorrow," Eddie answers. "Or next week. Or next year. We can take as long as we want."

And he thinks he's going to need that time. The job at the record store is great, he's enjoying it, it's pretty cool, working with Steve, being surrounded by music, even having control of what gets played some of the time, but it's completely different than anything he would have expected to do back in Hawkins.

Beyond that, he's pretty clueless. A regular future was never really in the cards for Eddie Munson, freak, dealer, son of dead alcoholics, trailer trash, and apparent Satanic worshipper. None of that followed him here, except maybe the freak bit, but he likes that part.