Your exhausted body slumps down the staircase of the Mystery Shack. Your eyes glaring around the dark room. Before your fingers slaps against the wall and travels along it. Before finding the light switch. Flipping it on.

You look around, Your eyes are adjusted to the mess of a sight. You maneuver around the space. Only to look down at the sofa.

Your eyes lying up in Ford. Ford who is laying on his back. A hand over his eyes and a cigarette between his lips. He was in a mess. Like always since Stanley's disappearance. He's been trying for a while, A long while to open back the portal.

All unsuccessful tasks. "Get out." Suddenly hummed from Ford's throat. Taking a gasp for air as his mouth fills with the intoxicating smoke.

"... I brought your beer though." You said. As you lean against the back of the sofa. Your hand comes up to brush back his hair. Your eyes fill of sorrow.

"I'm sorry... Once again." You say, As you look at his depressing state.