"You just look... I mean, so much like her. And she's, well, she's special. Unique." Eleven was unlike anyone else, and for all her incredible strength, she was still a girl growing into a young woman. Joyce knew how hard that could be under the best of conditions, and the poor girl's life had already been less than ideal.

"Ok, Nancy, I'm Joyce Byers. And I don't think we're from anything close to the same place." She had released her but now offered uo a hand in introduction.

"The girl I'm looking for is El, or Jane. She kind of goes by both." And the fact that she looked just like this girl but in modern clothing and shorter hair was conveyed just vaguely with a shrug.