The Byers’ house, shortly after Eleven closes the gate:
“Will, honey, let me make you a sandwich before you go to sleep, you’ve got to be starving.”
“Shit!” exclaimed Steve and Dustin. They had been walking down the steps of the Byers’ front porch to finally head home, but Ms. Byers’ words had them knocking into each other as they both rushed back into the house.
“Ms. Byers!” Steve yelled.
“Wait!” screamed Dustin.
They rounded the corner, entering the kitchen just as Joyce let out a loud, “WHAT THE FUCK?”
The lower half of the dead demodog was still in the fridge, but it’s torso and head lay on the floor, as well as slightly on Joyce’s shoes. Strange goo from the body started forming pools on the linoleum.
“Ms. Byers, we forgot to tell you…” said Dustin at the same time Steve said, “We’re so sorry, Ms. Byers.”
Joyce Byers had put up with a lot of shit in her life, but this might have been the most exasperated she’s ever looked.
“Just go back into the living room, we’ll clean this up,” said Dustin, gently leading her out of the kitchen. “I already talked to Hopper and he’s going to move it first thing in the morning.”
“The morning?” asked Joyce, looking ready to punch something.
“Hey, why don’t I go pick up KFC for everyone?” offered Steve.
“Yes! Great idea!” said Dustin.
Joyce stared at them for a few moments.
Finally she said, “okay, but make sure you get the mashed potatoes, I’m not eating fucking green beans after the night we’ve had.”