She felt a disconnect. The kind she had felt when she was at school.
Alone. Different. Eleven pushed those feelings to the back of her mind, where they can stew and fester.
"This isn't the Upside Down." She was pretty sure. "I can try." Hopefully, this time, nothing ghostly will be in place of Nancy. "Let's go find a t.v."
"I can't get us out of here." She wasn't pretty sure about that.