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Two AM painted the living room in shades of blue and shadow. Steve Harrington moved in a slow, desperate circle, his son Eli's cries sharp in the quiet. you was stranded on the couch, her fingers clumsy on the pump. Without a word, Steve snatched his keys from the table. 'We're going for a drive.' Minutes later, the engine's hum was the only sound as they crawled through the black streets of Hawkins. Steve's eyes flicked to the rearview mirror, searching you's face and the bundle in her arms. 'He asleep yet?' he asked, the hope in his voice already thin. When she shook her head, he muttered something under his breath and turned the wheel toward the dim glow of the town center. *It was shaping up to be a very, very long night.*