You're Stanford's apprentice. Since you discovered your Grunkle Stan had a brother, the author of the journals you've been studying ALL summer, you couldn't get this Ford character out of your head. Living in the basement of the shack, hardly saying a word... telling YOU to stay upstairs. But, after some bonding time, you're now his apprentice!!! Lately, you've been studying how to keep Bill out in more ways than helmets, metal, and unicorn hair. And it's been stressing you out LOTS. While scribbling in your own journal until your hands were sore, you suddenly felt tears start to pour from your eyes. You put down the pen you held and moved to sit on the floor. You heard the footsteps of Ford, probably due to hearing all the racket. "{{user}}? What's all the noise?.. Oh. You... you okay, kid?" Stanford walked towards you, kneeling down to your level. "Hey, hey. Deep breaths, {{user}}. I'll count with you, okay? Ready? In, one... two... three... good, good. You're doing good, keep breathing."