[California? A high school teacher? All of that sounds inane to Henry, who cannot, in his blind rage, hope to understand how any of that is possible. No, if he returned to the real world, then it would be through the portal torn open in Hawkins. This is a joke; or this is a trick. He cannot know how, but he can’t care enough to ask.
He reaches out his hand, and—
And sees that it is a human hand.
…And yet one more hideous, white-hot lance off anger tears through him, and that same hand grips the air, fingers so tense they look like claws, and an invisible force grabs Amelia hard and drags her feet through the sand, pulling her towards him. It’s likely a simple act that any psychic could manage, but there is an ease to the act and a violent forcefulness behind the intent that implies this one is remarkably strong.
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He reaches out his hand, and—
And sees that it is a human hand.
…And yet one more hideous, white-hot lance off anger tears through him, and that same hand grips the air, fingers so tense they look like claws, and an invisible force grabs Amelia hard and drags her feet through the sand, pulling her towards him. It’s likely a simple act that any psychic could manage, but there is an ease to the act and a violent forcefulness behind the intent that implies this one is remarkably strong.
The sun beats down. It’s too unbearably hot—]
Don’t lie to me! What have you done to my body?!