Eddie's still not sure what he thinks of this place. He figures that's fair, being that this is also apparently an alternate world and the last time he ended up in one of those it had pretty much killed him. Darrow hasn't killed him yet, but Eddie's not totally convinced it isn't trying.

There are people from Hawkins here. Loads of them. Not all the ones he wants to see, but he thinks as long as he steers clear of the Chief, he might make it through the rest of them okay, even if they don't remember him. Or they do, but not really how he wants them to. It sucks. As far as Hopper is concerned, he's a fuck up and a drug dealer. As far as Harrington and Robin are concerned, he's a freak. He would be used to it, except the few days before he got here had kind of shaken shit up.

Now that he has time to sit and actually think, too, there's a lot of guilt. He can feel it clawing at his throat, like a pressure on his chest, and for a second, when the body crumples to the ground in front of him, Eddie kind of thinks he's just lost his mind. For real this time.

But she's real. Lying there in the grass in the park, she's real, and Eddie drops to his knees to grab her shoulders.

"Chrissy?"