“I have never been more excited to visit a post office.” Is not something you hear often. But, here they are, standing, staring, at the front of a post office,(bikes thrown carelessly to the side) which could be their one way ticket back to the real world. A portal-gate-thingy, in all it’s orange glory, was open. Six months, six, of running around, surviving the hellhole known as the upside down. “I think I might start crying,” I say whole-heartedly. He gives a nod and let’s out a breath.

“I can’t wait for a shower, oh my god.”

The only way they could stay somewhat clean, was to use water bottles which they had to save for drinking.

“I’m going first.”

“How generous Bill.”

Billy throws him a dirty look and grabs a stick to poke at the gate with. He uses the stick to tear the gate and turns his head in Ben’s direction. He silently tiptoe’s forward, and pats his shoulder after looking through the portal.

“Go Billy.” Ben urges. Billy crouches and steps through the gate quickly.

“Safe!” Billy yells from the other side. Ben takes one last look around the upside down and follows through.