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Robin didn’t expect the apocalypse to be so soft. She also didn’t expect she’d be knelt down in a garden next to Steve Harrington weeding. It’s been eighteen months since the Upside Down and Hawkins merged together like a Dali painting. It’s still messed up: the random attacks, Vecna vision, and constant fight or flight. But the town has managed to put together some shelter the Upside Down creepy-crawlies haven’t invaded.
Steve holds up a worm and says, “It’s you.”
Yeah, the apocalypse could be a lot worse.