[The snow blanketed the town overnight, and Dustin's had to make up for his distinct lack of body heat by layering on a jacket over a hoodie. It packs him up, makes him a little less distinct and the beanie he's got pushed over his curls and ears doesn't help but he's still surprised when he sees Nancy, he thought it might be a trick- some of Deerington's best illusions making quick work of him. That's what has him following her into the store, and he stands there slackjawed for half a second when the place is overtaken by Mike's old living room. He recognizes it immediately, he'd spent enough time at his place to know the layout almost as well as his own place.

Jesus Christ. Dustin walks across the living room floor, pushes his palm into the brick that the mantle was made out of. Briefly ghosts fingertips over some of those furnishings that never changed in the house of Wheeler, old and reliable but it's gone as soon as it comes. It doesn't even occur to Dustin that he might look like part of the shared hysteria they just went through. That's not what he's thinking about.]

Nancy??? I'd say don't look a gift-horse in the mouth, but anything you come by for free around here isn't really a gift.

[No, it's another burden but thankfully all this one did was make them that much more aware of how frigid it is.]

Listen, Mike's gonna absolutely lose his shit if you're really here and not a ghost or zombie or something. You need to follow me back to our place and stop trying to catch your death in here.