— CHAPTER 23 —
WHAT WOULD RIPLEY DO?

MONDAY 5th NOVEMBER,
1984

IF there is a Heaven, and she's lucky enough to go to it, Daphne is sure she'd be a laughing stock when she arrived at the pearly gates, because a thirteen year-old crashed the car. That's the worst-case scenario her brain jumps to — but she has to admit, apart from the slightly wobbly driving, Max is doing pretty well.

It still doesn't make the scene any less chaotic though. Daphne riding shotgun, trying her best to instruct the girl, although Max seems surprisingly certain about her abilities in driving. The boys in the back, squashed together and bickering underneath the lump of an unconscious Steve Harrington. All on their way to burn up the tunnels, like it's the Nostromo from 'Alien' rife with vicious extraterrestrials...

Oh yeah, thinks Daphne sheepishly. I'm definitely going to hell.

"Just keep going straight for half a mile, then make a left—"

     A muffled grunt amidst the boys' bickering catches her attention. Turning in her seat, although it sends searing pain through her arm cradled in the scarf sling, Daphne throws her gaze to the back seat. Surely enough, Steve's eyes are blinking themselves into consciousness through his swollen face. He looks around like a newborn baby at stares quizzically at Mike, who does a double take at noticing the sudden attention.

     "... Nancy?" Steve murmurs.

     Mike squints at him, as if to say, You think I'm who?! while furrowing his eyebrows. Steve grunts, reaching to touch the bridge if his nose, but his hand is pulled away by the boy on his other side.

     "No, don't touch it," Dustin says softly, holding an ice pack to his head. "Hey buddy... shhh, shhh, it's okay... you put up a good fight... he kicked your ass, but you put up a good fight..."

"Steve? Steve, how you doing? You alright?" Daphne asks hopefully.

     Blinking back into awareness, Steve refocuses his gaze on Daphne's face staring at him expectantly from the front. Her heart instantly does a little dance of relief to see him awake — in truth, every passing minute where he'd been unconscious had driven her mad up the walls. What if he hadn't woken up? What the hell would they have done then? But she can cast her dramatic conclusions to the side. Steve is alive, and so are the rest of them... for now.

     The Harrington boy's eyes suddenly grow wide.

     "Hold on... wh– why are you on that side?" asks Steve. When his eyes creep to the driver's seat, holding a laser-focused Max at the wheel, he lets out a horrified whimper.

"Relax, she's driven before," Dustin says casually.

"Yeah, in a parking lot," Mike fires back sceptically.

"That counts, right?" Lucas tries to affirm.

"Daphne, why is SHE driving?!" Steve begs for answers.

"You saw what happened back there!" Daphne scrambles for an explanation. "I did something to my wrist, I couldn't drive—"

"DAPHNE!"

"I know, I'm sorry! There was no other option—"

Daphne jerks back in her seat before she finishes her sentence, acutely aware of the forces tugging her through her stomach. The ground rushes faster beneath the wheels as Max slams her foot down to accelerate, the Camaro growling in response. In the backseat, complete chaos breaks out.

"Whoa, slow down! Stop the car!" Steve cries out, teetering on nausea.

"I told you he'd freak out!" Mike declares to Daphne.

"STOP THE CAR!"

"EVERYBODY SHUT UP!! I'm trying to focus..." Max hollers from the front seat, knuckles whitening around the wheel.

"Daphne, tell her to stop the car!" Steve pleads from the back.

Her patience waning thin, and her wrist giving her hell, Daphne hisses through gritted teeth: "We don't have any more options or time. So everyone, let's just keep things civil, and try to get there in one piece— shit, Max, wait! Make a left! MAKE A LEFT!"

     She knows it's coming, but Daphne still cries out when Max swerves sharply around the corner, taking out someone's mailbox with her. The backseat erupts into screams, mainly from Steve and Lucas (the latter sounding like a banshee) as the Camaro charges through a swathe of branches and bushes whipping the windows. Daphne clenches her eyes shut and curses a string of the most colourful expletives she didn't know she knew, regardless of being surrounded by Middle Schoolers. She hates every minute of this, she hates it, she hates it—

     The car suddenly skids to a halt, forcing everyone to lurch forward in their seats for a moment. It's like a conductor abruptly silencing an orchestra, leaving the car in complete silence. Daphne opens her eyes and catches her breath. The headlights are splashing onto Merrill's (newly-wrecked) Pumpkin Farm, a giant gaping hole visible with two recognisable cars parked next to it — Hopper's police car and Joyce's little Ford Pinto. It's like a relic of events they heard about by ear.

     "Incredible..." Mike whispers from the back, once he's certain he made it through the ordeal alive.

     "Told you... Zoomer," Max says nonchalantly.

     From there, no one wastes a second in getting ready to go down. Everything is happening so fast. Daphne runs around to the back and flings open the trunk, giving way to the bounty that she and the kids pillage for their own use. Like the others, she gets her protective gear on first — in her case, the familiar hot pink rubber gloves, a blue bandana around her mouth and nose, and some aviator goggles she sits on her head until absolutely necessary. It's a struggle to get them on one-handed, until Lucas offers to assist her. Then Daphne remembers her secret weapon from beforehand; reaching into the back, she makes sure to pocket a canister of Billy's deodorant and a lighter.

Steve stumbles groggily out of the back door, holding onto the Camaro's roof for stability. Daphne circles around to him, offering a hand. "Steve, you alright?" she asks, muffled through her bandana.

"Ugh..." is all he replies with, tenderly pinching the bridge of his nose. Then, noticing Mike walk towards the giant hole with some rope and gasoline, Steve snaps into action. "Hey, where d'you think you're going? Where do you— uh, helloooooo? We are not going down there right now, I made myself clear! There's no chance we're going down that hole, alright? This ends RIGHT NOW!"

"Steve!" Dustin interjects, in an attempt to calm down the paranoid teen. "You're upset, I get it. But the bottom line is a Party member requires assistance, and it is our duty to provide that assistance."

Shaking his head slowly, Steve looks incredulously over at Daphne. "And you're totally fine with all this?"

She pulls down the bandana from her mouth. Therefore, not a single bit of earnestness on her face is hidden. "Honestly, there are a million things I'd rather do," says Daphne. "But I'm done running from this. And I want to help Will."

"Now, I know you promised Nance you'd keep us safe... so keep us safe," says Dustin, handing him the supplies.

It really leaves no other room for argument. Steve begrudgingly snatches the gear from him, fastening a red bandana and some goggles over his own face. Everyone starts crawling down the rope into the tunnels below. One kid, then another, followed by another. Steve is the second-to-last person to get down there. Daphne checks they have everything they need from above, before she makes her way over to the hole.

That's when it hits her.

She freezes, like a deer in headlights.

The Upside Down — or an extension of it, at least. She hadn't thought about it until now. There had been so much else going on. But sitting with her legs dangling halfway into that abyss, Daphne finds herself suddenly transported. She is cold, lost, scared. Vines binding her and choking her. Her voice bouncing back to her in strange, distorted echoes. Tonya, bloodied and weak, and the weak candlelight of false hope. The demogorgon feasting. The demogorgon that chased them out, the snapping twig, the gnarled claw stained in her blood, screaming, crawling, crying...

Steve was right. This was an awful idea. Daphne suddenly feels suffocated in her goggles and mask, her regurgitated breath creating condensation on her clammy face. She can only stare down at the familiar darkness, the floating ash, the vines crawling on all the floors. She's paralysed.

"Are you gonna sit up there and admire the view, or are you gonna come down?"

Steve's voice coaxes her back. He's standing down there, waiting for her with his hands on his hips. Thank God they can't see each other's face right now — Daphne can hide in this disguise, while not having to see him pity her for getting cold feet. No, this is the last thing she needs, to bow out when it's needed the most.

"Daphne? You okay?" he asks again, sincerely this time.

"Um... I– I'm fine," she stammers back. "It's just... my arm. I'm not sure I can climb down."

"I'll catch you. I promise to be gentle."

"You're sure?"

"Absolutely sure, c'mon."

Steve squats a little bit, outstretching his arms to the surface. Daphne rolls her eyes underneath the goggles — she'd rather not go down there at all. Come on, she tries telling herself. Don't be a pussy now. You've come this far. Shuffling forward a little on her butt, she starts a countdown for Steve. "On the count of three. One... two... three!"

She lets herself drop off the grassy ledge. It's only a short fall, and yet she finds herself sucking in a gasp mid-air. Barely a moment later she finds Steve's hands catching her at the side, trying to ease the fall. He ends up bumping her arm a little bit and she winces. Daphne staggers to get her balance, still feeling like a newborn giraffe even with her feet on the ground. A moment passes. Both of them ensure their feet are planted firmly, neither about to fall over. Then, of all things, Daphne notices his hands — they're on her waist. Through blindingly yellow rubber gloves, of course, but they're there... and holding in her in a way she hasn't been held in a long time. And only Felix has held her like that before. Peeling her head away from the way it awkwardly landed on his collarbone, she looks up at him through the misty goggles.

"Okay?" she hears him ask.

"Mm-hmm," Daphne nods, clearing her throat. She lets out a sigh when his hands fall away from her waist. That was a little close for comfort.

     As the bizarre moment wears off, Daphne re-adjusts to her surroundings. Her jaw drops underneath the bandana at the hollow tunnels stretching in front and behind her, appearing infinite. They are absolutely swarming with vines, some of them writhing with more life than Daphne would prefer to witness. The idea of the Upside Down spreading and burrowing itself all underneath Hawkins ignites goosebumps on her skin.

     Still, one sight makes it marginally better — the bobbing heads of Middle Schoolers, with their chipper attitudes towards even the most life-threatening situations. Mike is confidently examining the map in his gloved hands. "Uh... yeah, I'm pretty sure it's this way!" he says, thrusting a pointed finger into the darkness of a tunnel.

     "You're pretty sure, or you're sure?" Dustin queries.

     "I'm 100% sure! Just follow me, and you'll know!"

     But, as always, Steve Harrington is having none of it. "Whoa, hey, hey, hey! I don't think so..." he grunts, snatching the map from Mike's hands. "If any of you little shits die down here, Daphne and I are getting the blame. Got it, dipshit? From here on out, I'm leading the way."

     "And I'll stay at the back," Daphne pipes up, "just to make sure we aren't being followed."

     And so she doesn't lose anyone again.

     "Alright then, let's go! Come on! A little hustle!"

     As Steve nudges the kids on, some of them whining complaints, Daphne hides a grin beneath the bandana. Of all the people she expected to be the prime herder of a bunch of Middle Schoolers, it was not Steve Harrington. But maybe it's just another one of his little surprises — something that he has been doing constantly this week...

     Daphne manages to stay calm while trudging through the tunnels for a while. If she didn't know the dangers of it, she might find a strange, twisted beauty in them. The odd bursts of moonlight cast shimmering blue hues on the vines, exposing every wrinkle in their anatomy. One tunnel they pass through is covered at the ceiling with flower-like bulbs, spewing out the ash-like snowflakes at intermittent moments. Daphne pulls her bandana up a little tighter to her goggles. In her good hand, the flashlight currently shines on Dustin as he stops to examine one of the pods, his head craned up. She stops behind him and sighs, nudging his shin gently with her foot.

     "C'mon, Dustin, let's keep moving," she tries to control the worry in her voice. "We don't know what these things can—"

     Spoke too soon. The bulb spits out a flurry of flakes straight into Dustin's face, causing the boy to fall on his back screaming and flailing. The sound instantly makes Daphne's heart lurch nauseatingly through her rib cage. "SHIT!" he shrieks, "HELP, HELP, HELP! SHIT!"

     "Dustin! Dustin, talk to us—" Daphne pleads.

     "What happened?" asks Steve worriedly.

     "I don't know, he– he just got a burst of those flakes and started screaming—"

     "IT'S IN MY MOUTH! SOME GOT ON MY MOUTH! SHIT!"

     Dustin proceeds to hack and cough, pulling down his bandana to purge about half of the tunnels' contents he just inhaled. The group, especially Daphne crouched at his side with her hand on his back, wait in anticipation for him to recover. After a few seconds the coughing subsides. He sits up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hands. Dustin's face, illuminated by flashlight, stares weakly out of his snorkel mask and finally clarifies: "... I'm okay."

     "Wh– that's it?!" Daphne groans, smacking him lightly on the shoulder. The boy just about gave her a heart attack.

     "You serious?"

     "Very funny, man," Steve shakes his head with a grumble.

     All of the group are equally displeased with Dustin's dramatic overreaction, but it soon subsides at the revelation of a new discovery. Steve's flashlight pierced a giant opening in the tunnels, where all the other routes appear to feed into — just like the map Will had drawn on the walls. "Alright, Wheeler... I think we found your hub," says Steve.

     "Let's drench it," Mike replies decidedly.

     The group get to work sloshing gallons of gasoline and other flammable liquids over the vines, not a single corner going untouched. Daphne finds herself thankful for the bandanas and eye protection, because it makes the stench of the gasoline only half as pungent. When they are finished, they crouch at the side and watch their handiwork. It's all about timing... they want to make sure it assists the group with Will, and El and Hopper at the same time.

     "Okay, when I throw this lighter, we make a run for it," Steve reminds the other kids, who nod. Meanwhile, on one knee next to him, Daphne is shaking Billy's deodorant bottle with her good hand to warm it up... just in case. Doing a double take, Steve asks: "Hey, where did you get that?"

     "Billy's trunk," Daphne replies.

     "Ugh, I could never use that stuff. It reeks."

     "I wasn't intending to have a little puff of deodorant while I'm down here. When you've got a lighter handy, this stuff is—"

     "— Highly flammable!" Dustin interjects with an excited whisper.

     With the hand in her sling, Daphne struggles to flick on the lighter and prepares to hold it on front of the deodorant's line of fire. Steve quickly lowers her arm in a panic. "Whoa, whoa, just save it until you need it, okay?"

Daphne sheepishly pockets the lighter again, but keeps the deodorant in her hand. It's strange... the tunnels already have a faint fragrance of Billy Hargrove now. It's the perfect repulsive scent to attach to this place. "When we go, I'll stay at the back again," she says, "in case anything comes."

"Are you sure?" Steve asks, concern just about visible through his goggles.

"Dude, she told you, she's gonna blaze that son of a bitch," Dustin sighs with a strange matter-of-fact tone.

"Something like that," she scoffs bashfully. Just channel your inner Ellen Ripley, she tries to tell herself.

"Everyone ready?" Steve asks, flicking on the little lighter's flame.

     "Ready..."

     "Light her up."

     Steve steals a reluctant glance at the gasoline-covered vines and mutters, "I'm in such deep shit..." before throwing the lighter onto the scene. Daphne doesn't know what else she expected, but she's still shocked when the place bursts into all-engulfing flames in a split second. The vines instantaneously retaliate, writhing and wailing at the vicious flammable attack. The gang start running in the other direction, trying to put as much distance between them and the fiery vines as possible. Through one tunnel entry Daphne watches them all hop, one by one, until Mike is the only one in front of her.

She barely blinks and misses when he goes flying onto the ground — he cries out, for a vine has wrapped itself around his ankle and yanked him onto his back. Scrambling at the floor and pulling his foot, Mike yells, "HELP! HELP!"

"Mike! Shit..." Daphne crouches down beside him, hooking her good arm underneath his shoulder to try and pull him out. But it's no use. She simply cannot get the strength she needs. "STEVE! COME QUICK!"

Before she even finishes her sentences, the other kids are at Mike's side struggling to find a way out of the vines for him. Steve then arrives, nail bat wielded heroically, and tells the other to stay back. With a couple of strikes, he releases the boy from its clutch. Lucas and Max pull him to his feet, Mike gasping for breath. As she stands up again, Daphne notices him wince as he plants the previously-captured foot onto the ground.

"I'll be fine, I'll be fine," he tries to say, even hobbling a couple of steps before he gives in, stumbling into the arms of Max and Lucas. He must have somehow twisted it on the way down.

"Help him," Daphne instructs them earnestly, and they nod in understanding.

A guttural growl from behind shocks the group, all whirling around ready to attack — but only Dustin remains calm at the centre of the group. "Dart," he says with genuine fondness. The creature has at least doubled in size, definitely grown to what Daphne imagines the demodogs looked like in that lab; the same ones Cath and their dad saw. Dustin starts approaching him, whispering "Shh... stop..."

The group instantly retaliate, melting into indistinct pleas to get back and leave Dart alone, but he won't listen. By the time he crouches down in front of the creature and removes his face protection, Daphne's heartbeat is lodged safely and surely in her throat. "Hey. It's me, it's me. It's just your friend, it's Dustin... it's Dustin, alright? You remember me?" To everyone's surprise, the creature almost purrs back in response. "Will you let us pass?"

This time, Dart snarls, and everyone poises to attack; instead, Dustin simply lets out a regretful sigh. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I'm
sorry about the storm cellar. That was a pretty douchey thing to do... you hungry?"

As he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a nougat bar, Lucas whispers "This is insane..." and steps forward to intervene, only stopped by Mike throwing his arm out in front of him. Daphne, although dreading if things go south, is both horrified and fascinated by the scene. It's amazing that Dustin has somehow created a bond, however weird, with the creature. But in Daphne's eyes, it will always be part of the family tree that killed Tonya and Barb. She isn't sure she can show empathy to such a thing.

"Look at that. Yummy. Here, all right?" Dustin grins, leaving more nougat that Dart willingly eats up. "Eat up, buddy. Come on. Come on..." He begins ushering the group through, and they try to best their tip-toe (or in Mike's case, hobble) past quietly. They stand and wait for Dustin to shoot one last wistful look after Dart eating the nougat, before re-joining the group. One thing is for certain — he's never seeing his little inter-dimensional pet again. Once the tunnels are destroyed, so is Dart.

Or at least, that's the plan...

After a couple of minutes slower walking, in the efforts to relieve the strain on Mike's foot, a violent tremor shakes the tunnel walls with a chorus of growls. Daphne's throat closes up at the doomsday scenario of the tunnels caving in on them — trapped down here forever.

"What was that?" Max asks in a panic.

A flurry of much clearer roars travel to their ears, and the entire group is ignited into fight or flight.

"RUN! RUN!" Mike cries.

But that's easier said than done. While the others can storm ahead, Daphne lags behind Mike being helped by Lucas and Dustin along the tunnel grounds. The demodogs must be gaining on them, and they're simply too slow. They need more time. Daphne stops dead in her tracks, frozen with thought. What would Ripley do? she asks herself. The more fearful side of her wants to cower away, just make a run for it as fast as she can out of this place. She's just a normal girl. But the other side finds a buried courage — something she only thought existed in the movies. Wriggling her arm out of her sling, in spite of how much it hurts to do so, Daphne uses it to hold the lighter while her good hand grabs Billy's deodorant from her backpack.

"Daphne, what are you doing?!" Steve hollers from the front.

"Go with them, make sure they're safe. I'll be right behind you."

Steve shakes his head fiercely, but she ignores him, already stepping backwards.

"Daphne!"

"Just trust me!" she calls back.

Whirling around, Daphne starts running in the other direction, but not too far — just so she's turned a corner to where the entrance to this particular tunnel starts. The boys manage to get a little distance behind her, while she shakes the deodorant bottle and gets ready to spray. Please don't let this just be movie magic... she thinks with dread, knowing full well she'll never reach the likes of Ripley and her flamethrower in the film's climax. No, this is just real life, and she might watch a demodog leap through a ring of fire before she dies. The shadows of demodogs have just started dancing on the walls when she strikes.

She flicks on the lighter and sprays. A full dragon's breath of fire comes out, blasting her with heat and making her help in surprise. But Daphne quickly adjusts, moving the flame in a controlled ring around the entrance before running back to meet the others. Surely enough, when she throws a glance back, the demodogs whimper and skid to a halt in front of the fire.

"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!" Daphne's voice comes out in bumpy waves as she jumps and runs, shaking the deodorant canister for another go. It comes just in handy, too, for out of another tunnel hole another demodog pounces for her — just in time, Daphne blasts the creature with her homemade flamethrower and it recoils, baking and howling in the fire. She continues to run while painting the tunnel walls behind her in flames, careful that it doesn't catch up at her heels.

Now caught up with the group, Daphne sees their heads bouncing towards the familiar rope at the exit. Max is already up there first, and Lucas is on his way. The demodogs are still gaining on them, so Daphne turns around and starts at the ceiling to try and light it on fire — but halfway down the right side of the wall, the flame fizzles out with a lack of deodorant spray. Despaired, she shakes the canister, greeted only with the hollow echo inside. It's empty. And there is a way in right there for them.

"DAPHNE!" Steve yells impatiently. The footsteps of the incoming demodogs are larger and more cohesive than ever, able to spring upon them at any minute from. She whirls around to see him ushering her over. Daphne goes to the rope, while Steve struggles to hoist her up with only one good arm on the girl. All the other kids are above the surface.

Another chorus of shrieks come closer than ever, both of them freezing on the spot. "I'm all out!" Daphne despairs about the deodorant-turned-flamethrower.

The shadows of the incoming stampede painting the walls, the last thing Daphne sees is Steve's shirt before she shuts her eyes. Her goggles bash into his chest as he yanks her close, one arm clinging the rope. She doesn't even care about her throbbing wrist pressed awkwardly there, only the rushing bodies brushing her trouser legs and making her hairs stand on end. More than anything, she wants this to be over...

But to her surprise, none of the demodogs pounce on them. When the stampede subsides, Daphne dares to open her eyes. Indeed they have all headed straight past them as if they were nothing, running straight towards another dark abyss. The answer for why this is seems suddenly clear:

"Eleven," Mike whispers from above.

Adrenaline still making her dizzy, Daphne is pulled haphazardly to the surface with the help of Steve and the kids. The other older teen then finally climbs up and crawls over next to her as she's struggling to remove her goggles one-handed. He goes over and does it for her, untangling the aviator goggles from her hair and unmasking the bandana from her face. She watches him do the same, and almost gets a fright when she sees his face — she'd forgotten how bloodied and beaten it was.

"Is that it?" Lucas asks shakily.

Nodding weakly, Daphne collapses onto her back next to Steve, gulping in breaths of fresh almost-morning air. The stars twinkle like a beacon of hope above her, reminding her that she made it out. She can hardly believe it. They are alive, and there are stars in the sky... along with Dustin Henderson's face.

"Oh my God, you totally ROCKED in there!" Dustin guffaws in delight, standing tall above her. "I didn't even know you had those levels of badassery in you..."

"Trust me, neither did I," Daphne coughs sheepishly. It still doesn't feel real that it is over now. Wincing to sit up again, she throws her glance over towards Mike standing on his healthy foot. "How's your ankle doing, Wheeler?"

"It hurts when I—" he cuts himself off promptly as he puts pressure on the foot.

"Well, that makes two of us."

"It doesn't help that your arm isn't even in the sling. Here..." Steve sits up too and tries his best to re-assemble the scarf sling. He does it a little too tight for her liking, but Daphne is too tired to mention it at this point. The pain is definitely returning as the adrenaline wears off, and it's more difficult to ignore than ever. Two or three of the group could definitely use a doctor soon.

Once Steve has fixed her up, she grabs the deodorant canister from her back pocket and examines it curiously, turning it around in her good hand. "I can't believe this actually worked..." Daphne murmurs, shaking her head. "And you know the craziest part of it all?"

He blinks at her, expecting the punchline.

"The Upside Down's gonna reek of Billy Hargrove now."

Maybe because he wasn't expecting the humour, Steve snorts, which causes Daphne to let out some shaky laughter — perhaps they have both gone mad from the after-burn of the ordeal in the tunnels. However, Steve promptly returns to being highly strung again when he hears the ignition switch on and the Camaro headlights illuminate his swollen face. "No! No way, not again!" he demands, stomping over to the car and scrambling to the driver's seat. "I'm conscious, so I'm driving!"

Daphne shakes her head slowly, cradling her wrist and looking up at the sky between the treetops and the stars. Where are the others now? she wonders to herself. Did El and Hopper make it to the gate? Are Cath and her dad okay with Will, and are they getting the Shadow Monster out of him? The question of whether their small puzzle piece in this large web of manoeuvres worked, is one she knows will only be answered with time...

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A/N;

daphne with her deodorant flamethrower:

(yeah, don't try this one at home, kids...)

this chapter was quite an action-filled and chaotic one to write, so i hope it came across okay in the end? i wasn't so sure. but i did love daphne basically trying to channel ripley in alien to face off the demodogs with her lil' flamethrower... maybe we can thank billy for this one thing only. the next chapter is essentially a "part two" to this action, like the other side of the coin of the events going on at the same time, which is cath and thomas at the cabin with the byers and nancy. that's right, it's ✨exorcism✨ time!

there are only five chapters left now?? HUH?? i figure i can maybe finish whistleblower some time in january, which makes me very happy. and speaking of next year, this is my last update of anything before 2023, so let me take this moment to say HAPPY NEW YEAR! here's hoping the next one will be a good one ❤️ wishing you all love, health and happiness.

— Imogen

[ Published: December 30th, 2022 ]