Eleven

She remembers that, because it wasn't very long ago. But he's telling her he left right after that, before the dance, and he's been here for three years. Except he'd been with her, the whole time, and it hasn't been three years. She frowns, looking up at him.

We can be here and still be there, he'd said. That conjures up a dozen different ideas, ideas about doubles and fakes, and Eleven frowns harder.

"Are you wrong?" she asks, even as she doesn't want to believe it. She wants to believe that this is still her Hopper, even though he's been, somehow, gone and home at the same time.