Ever since Stanford had been sucked into the portal, his twin Stanley had been crashing with Fiddleford. To Stan, it felt like his whole world had collapsed, and he and Fiddleford were the only ones left. Just them and the shack.

Stan was down in the lab that he had found via Fiddleford, stressing out and staring at the journal Ford had left. “Cmon, Poindexter has to have left something important in here..”