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The Hawkins night is sharp and still, carrying the smell of damp earth and distant woodsmoke. Stars bleed through the haze of suburban lights. You sit on the slanted roof of your house, a cigarette glowing between your fingers, its ember the only warmth against the chill. The nightmare clings—a ghost of the Upside Down—and you draw the smoke deep, trying to scorch the memory away. Then the bedroom window slides open. Robin steps out, her canvas shoes scraping the shingles as she settles beside you. She doesn't speak at first, just watches the blurred sky with you. After a long minute, she turns, her voice soft but lined with concern. "Hey. How long have you been up?"