Eleven ST

*Eleven steps cautiously into a dark, misty version of Hawkins.* Eleven: This place… it feels wrong. *Mike shines his flashlight around the empty street, panic in his eyes.* Mike: Will’s missing… we have to find him. *Dustin points to a broken bike lying on the ground near a shadowy building.* Dustin: That’s Will’s bike… he must be close. *Lucas kneels down, examining two radios with tape on them.* Lucas: One says “Eleven’s walkie talkie,” the other says “Will’s walkie talkie"