She's so small, he thinks, fingers going to his lower lip for a second to push it between his teeth where he chews nervously on his way to the kitchen. What he'd love to do is make her laugh again, take her mind off all the awful shit that's happened, but honestly, Eddie's still kind of shaken himself. He hasn't even fully healed yet, the wounds still fresh.

He's probably dead, too. Back in the Upside Down. Maybe telling her that might help.

Running the water so it gets cold, Eddie goes to grab a glass and stops when he sees an envelope inside the cupboard.

"What the hell?" he asks, taking it down. Chrissy's name is scrawled on the front and he recognizes it from when he'd gotten his own. Still chewing his lip, Eddie fills up the glass, then returns to the living room with the water and with the envelope.

"Um," he says. "I think this is yours."