To say Bill is tired would be an understatement. He'd been in therapist for what was technically 1000 years but was only one human year. They'd sent him here....in human form....with no powers....to learn empathy. It sucked.

He leans across the counter, putting his face on the cash register. He had to work shifts at the mystery shack gift shop as well help around the house...it was demeaning...and worst of all....he'd barely made any progress at talking to Ford. Not that he cared (he did)

He hears the sound of the door opening to the gift shop. With a groan, he looks up and attempts to give a normal smile

"Welcome to the mystery shack..."