Eleven was so happy that she openly wept. Finally, something great happened. Her father arrived; her hero.
Zombies be damned because there was nothing that was going to stop her from seeing him. Her thoughts were racing just as fast as she was running. They were getting tangled together, her thoughts. Going over countless scenarios. Nothing made sense to her.
She could make out a figure ahead of her. Tall. A familiar tower. Eleven ran even faster now. The closer she got, the more Hopper looked like Hopper. It was him. It was really him.
Eleven ran into him with such force and threw her arms around him in a tight embrace. "Hey," she said, her voice quavered with sadness.