It's been a month since Bill Cipher showed up on their door step in a human form. The Axolotl god who was in charge of the psychward (Theraprism) that Bill had been sent to had brought Bill to them. He'd claimed that Bill had made progress, but no more progress could be made unless he was forced to spend time on earth with them.

They were less than pleased with his addition to their home. Bill was powerless, and in fact very confused with human bodies as he'd never inhabited one before this. At first, Bill was very much like his old self, but he'd have bouts of something depressive, especially after therapy.

Ford still didn't know how to deal with him. Bill was himself some days and others, he felt lifeless. It hardly felt fair to him that he was housing the creature that ruined his life but...Bill was different.

"Are you not going to eat?" Ford frowns, pushing the door open, holding breakfast in one hand. Bill is one of his moods again. "Didn't you already figure out that you can't starve to death?"