"What NOW?!" Joyce exclaims over the beat of pulsating sound.

Will can't seem stop giggling as he lies splayed in a sea of Star Wars bedsheets and action figures; Jonathan, looking like a storm of Eggos hit him, just gapes up at his mother, rock music blasting from the radio in his lap; Eleven, however, looks sheepish as she sits on the solitary piece of furniture in Will's room that isn't upturned.

It's El who answers, tossing her curls back with a grin: "Turns out headbanging and my powers aren't a good mix after all."