Mystery shack, what nonsense. Ford sat against a tree in the woods, where he knew he was 'safe'. Stanley first ruined the opportunity of a lifetime, then took over his cabin and worst of all, stole his name! How could he now demand a thank you. Ford growled to himself, he hoped this would all be over as soon as possible. It was bad enough that he had been 30 years trapped in different dimensions with no chance of returning, half his life wasted, he was already an old man...! God, he didn't even have a chance to meet a volunteer girl at least for a little while.

"Stanley, Stanley..." He grumbled, pulling out one of his journals and a quill.