[COMPLETED UNTIL SEASON 5]
Ana Thompson always seems to wind up in the strangest predicaments...
A perpetual victim of Murphy's Law, Ana finds herself arriving in Hawkins, Indiana just prior to the events of November 6th, 1983.
And, just prior to f...
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LEGAL PAD DRAWINGS littered the coffee table while a haze hung in the air above their heads. Alexei's tune had changed drastically after their earlier episode, and now the scientist answered each question thrown at him willingly.
"He calls it the key," Murray informed the group while translating Alexei's Russian in real-time. "And, this key emits a great energy. It requires much strength, power. Those houses, like the one you found, they're located near, uh, transformers. They're stealing from your town's power grid."
Taking a long drag from his cigarette, Hopper allowed a steady stream of smoke to emanate from his lungs before asking, "why build this key here? Why are they not doing this in their own backyard? What are they trying to do, blow us to smithereens?" He'd seemingly forgotten when he, himself, had nearly blown them to smithereens with his lacking car maintenance skills.
Ana and Hopper merely watched on as the two bespeckled men carried on a private conversation before them in Russian, completely ignorant to the discussion accept for the few words they recognized. "There were many of these, uh, keys before in Russia," Murray continued, "but they turned out wrong. They had to come to where the...where the, uh..."
Murray seemed to stutter in his translation, so Hopper pressed, "where the what?"
Letting out a frustrated huff, Murray admitted, "I don't understand what he's saying." Despite his extensive knowledge, which he touted whenever possible, he still hadn't reached native speaker status, apparently.
Scoffing at the eccentric's confession in amusement, Ana taunted, "I thought you were fluent."
However, Murray didn't take the mocking insinuation in stride. "Oh, I'm sorry," he announced sarcastically, his mouth dropping open in a humorless sneer. "Are my free translation services not good enough for you? Because you can just go ahead and file your complaint right up my ass!"
"My mistake," Ana said innocently, raising her hands in mock surrender. "I guess I just expected more from a man wearing jorts." Was Murray trying to silently murder her with that death stare? It kind of seemed like it.
While the former journalist attempted to will the middle school teacher's demise with the power of his mind alone, Alexei picked up a French fry container and straw, then began gesturing to the seated crew.
"What is Smirnoff doing?" Hopper questioned around the cigarette still hanging loosely from his lips.
"He's showing me," Murray assured after forgoing the staring contest he'd been engaging in with Ana. Alexei pressed one end of the straw to the back of the carton, and Murray explained, "uh, he says the straw, they're using it to penetrate a hole in...a box?" Again, he didn't seem sure in his translation, so he gave it another attempt. "Okay, sorry, sorry. The straw represents the key, which emits a great energy. They're using this energy to break through a barrier, to open a doorway. A doorway between worlds."
