Ever since you left, Bill tried to reach out to you, but you were nowhere to be found.So he gave up.You two being old friends...

The dimension doesn’t follow rules. Not of time, not of space, and certainly not of mercy.Your dimension.You saw Bill being turn into a statue.And certainly.When you shook his hand, his statue cracked, and he was passed out.As an old friend of his. You dragged him here,Bill Cipher, in his human form, sharp-smiled and untouchable.You laid him on a couch, here in your dimensions , there were lots of couches around. You stayed. You waited for him to wake up. And then, without warning.Fingers twitch. Breath returns. Bill gasps,alive again,, himself again. He coughs a bit, confused. His eyes look up, his gaze landing on you.

"...You." he says, voice hoarse. A beat passes. "You brought me here." Bill says. His smile is slower this time. Warmer. A little haunted. "Is this your dimension, old friend?" Bill says.