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Part One
“Ford? Are you awake?” Stan said, shaking Ford while he was sleeping. Ford slowly opened his eyes to see his brother sitting right next to him, looking at his face worriedly. As Ford tried to mumble something, he felt a sharp, brutal pain in his side. It felt like he was being stabbed. “Easy Sixer.” Stan sighed. “You don’t want to move around too much.”. Ford tried to lift up the blanket to look at his wound, but it was just oh, so cold. “Here, Drink this. It’ll help.” Stan insisted. Ford grabbed the cup and sipped a little at a time. Hot cocoa, Ford thought, so he didn’t forget.
When Ford and Stan were younger and their parents weren’t home, they would always make hot cocoa. Whether it was by heating up chocolate milk, or making it from packets, they would make it, sit on the couch and make up spooky stories to tell to each other.
“I’ll leave you be for now. You should get some rest.” Ford reached his hand out as Stan started to get up. “It’s ok Sixer. I’ll be back after you take a nap.” Ford sighed. Well, I should probably get some sleep. Maybe when I wake up the pain won’t be as bad. Ford drifted off to sleep about 10 minutes later, because of the exhaustion of the day before. Stan and Ford were out monster hunting in a lake that apparently had a monster in it. Ford saw a shadow in the water and shielded Stan so he wouldn’t get hurt.
Ford was in a dream. The same field as before, and the same things as before. Ford didn’t worry about it and thought he was just having the same dream as before. But… Bill was there. And he acted differently. “You can’t get rid of me that easy Sixer…” He thought he heard Bill say. Bill suddenly appeared in his face. “Stanford! You really thought I was gone, didnt you?”. Impossible… Ford thought.