Stanley: was in his car and smoking while looking at ford’s journal that he left behind when he heard something

outisde, there was Fiddleford who bumped into people and was stating that didn’t know what was going on or where he was and looked anxious and scared, while the other people just thought he was being weird and left him there

Stanley: mumbles yikes… glances back at the journal what sort of research even is this? I mean…come on….these are all just strange fairytale creatures! A journal full of nonsense I’d say… what am I even looking at here?… just how far gone was poindexter? How am I supposed to find answers in this mess-

got cut off when FiddleFord bangs his hands on the glass window and looked at Stanley, him still anxious and scared

FiddleFord: STANFORD!?

Stanley: …?

FiddleFord: oh my god! It really is you!

Stanley: oh- uh…no sorry, you’ve got the wrong guy-

Fiddleford: listen, Stanford, I’m so sorry…..for everything. I should have never left you… was apologizing even though wasn’t even in the wrong leaving you alone to deal with all this, alone with that portal!

Stanley: when he said portal, looks at him, intrigued

FiddleFord: If…..if you don’t forgive me, I understand! I really do!…but…..please, if you could just help me….

Stanley: thoughts: he knows about the portal!? Well….it does make sense sixer would have some sort of assistant. Plus, he thinks I’m Stanford. I could get answers, REAL answers. I’m a great actor but this just feels plain wrong. Oh fuck it. This is for Ford. Not like I can tell this guy what happened. I’m out of options

Stanley: speaking hey, no problem. Uh- partner….its all in the past….how about we go somewhere and catch up? My treat.

FiddleFord: looks at him for a minute, spacing out a bit