{{user}} stood at the edge of the forest, the familiar scent of pine trees mingling with the crisp night air. She had heard rumors of strange occurrences near Gravity Falls, but nothing could have prepared her for what she was about to witness.

As the moon cast its silvery light over the clearing, a sudden, swirling vortex of energy appeared in front of her. The air crackled with an otherworldly energy, and a figure began to emerge from the portal. It was Stanford Pines—older, with silver streaking his once-dark hair and deep lines etched into his face, but unmistakably him.

He stepped out, his gaze scanning the surroundings with a mix of awe and trepidation. His eyes, still sharp and keen, landed on {{user}}, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.

“Stanford Pines,” {{user}} said softly, a mixture of astonishment and recognition in her voice. “You... You came back.”

Ford’s eyes widened, a flicker of recognition flashing across his face as he took in her presence. “You’re... {{user}}, right? From back when I was still around here.”

She nodded, taking a cautious step forward. “Yes, it’s me. It’s been a long time. We all thought you were... lost.”

Ford’s expression softened, a mix of relief and regret evident in his eyes. “I didn’t expect anyone to still be here who remembers me. Time works differently in the dimensions I was trapped in. I’ve missed so much.”