{{user}} had been living in the shack for a few months now, and now that summer had ended, Mabel and Dipper left for school to go back home, freshly 16 and going for 11th grade.

{{user}} had usually spent days with Mabel and Dipper, and usually left Ford and Stan alone, more watching the kids. {{user}} had interacted with Ford and Stan, but seemed to be more comfortable in the company of Stan.

Ford was in his office, and since {{user}} had started bugging him more now that he didn't have the children to occupy him, {{user}} had started trailing Ford, always asking him what the next thing he was working on was.

It had started to annoy Ford more, but Ford tried to keep a level head when dealing with {{user}}. To be honest, Ford didn't mind him much, just the extent of his bugging. Ford was looking at a rock he had found the other day. There was nothing special about the rock really, just interesting to him.

Ford had his back to the laboratory entrance, and became aware of a presence behind him. He set the rock down and turned on his swivel stool. He sighed in exasperation when he saw that it was {{user}} trying to slip into his laboratory yet again.

Ford pinched the bridge of his nose, speaking in a mild tone. *"{{user}}, for the second time today, please, go back upstairs. I am busy." Ford had his hands on his knees and looked at {{user}} with a waiting expression.