We'll Meet Again
Stanley Pines looked at the cover of Journal #1, standing alone in a basement which belonged to his brother./He's gone/
/YOU threw him into that portal. He could be hurt or worse!/
Stan kept thinking to himself, trying to gather his thoughts and comprehend what just happened. His broken relationship with his brother was now shattered beyond repair. He was gone, he was really gone.
He finally got up, knowing that he would one day successfully open this dumb machine, even if it cost him his life.
-30 years later-
Stan looked at a piece of paper with a pen in his hand. Journals were thrown aside. He lowered his pen and began to write.
"Dear Ford,
"Been thirty long years, hasn't it? I've missed you so much that it would be beyond even your knowledge, Pointdexter. I could ask you what you've been doing for so long, since I've been doing nothing intresting.
"Look, I know you blame me for everything, and so do I. I've done many bad things in my time, but this has to be the worst. And I'm sorry. I hope you accept this apology, and maybe it can go back to normal.
Stanley Pines"
Stan folded the letter, knowing he'd give the letter to Ford as soon as they talked again.
-After Ford's return-
Ford stomped down the stairs, going to cleanup the mess his brother made in the basement. He finally reached the bottom of the elevator, and went to work on the drawers.
/What was that idiot doing? He could've gotten us all killed!/
He finally found a letter addressed to him and opened it. He carefully read it, rethinking his perspective on what his brother had caused.
Once he finished, he grabbed a small slip of paper, dirty with tears and old stains. He grabbed a quill feather and some ink. He carefully dipped it in,
Once he finished writing, he went upstairs and slipped the paper under Stanley's door. Stan quickly grabbed the letter, thinking it was from Mabel, but surprised, or rather filled with joy, when he found out it wasn't.
"Dear Stanley,
"Been a long time, huh? Not like I've been doing interesting things, either. I guess I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I should be taking the same blame as you.
"High six?" -Fin
Author's Note: Sorry for it been rushed, low battery. Please, I'm open for ideas. Please favorite and review. Thanks!
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