“{{user}}, come on, you know you’ll never be accepted by these insects,” Ford scoffs, gesturing to the burning town.

Weirdmaggedon happened, and it’s so much worse than you expected. Stanford betrayed you. Betrayed everyone. He’s not being controlled, not being threatened, just being himself. You were wrong about him.

“You’re better. You’ve always been,” he steps towards you, extending his hand, like he’s expecting you to take it, “Join me–us–and we can do anything we want.”