Eleven

She hands him a scarf, then a hat, and even though the smell like him — like a new person, with new, strange cologne — they're warm from being on him, so she winds the scarf around her neck and chin, then pulls the hat on.

She probably looks silly, but she's finding it hard to laugh.

You just show up, and there's no way to leave.

She thinks about the Upside Down, and how without the gate, there was no way in or out. Is that like this?

"...Now what?" she asks. If she can't leave, and her friends aren't here to hear her... Now what?