Nah. It was careless for sure, but definitely not a wish. Sooo, you know how Ford's my twin? I kinda...
[He trails off and thinks about where to even start this story. There's parts that get told differently now, after all - both because pieces are missing and because he and Ford are on good terms now.]
...so I'm gonna skip a lot and there's probably some memory gaps here and there, but I'll try and hit enough to paint a picture for you.
[That'll have to be good enough.]
Basically, he was studying all this supernatural crud, and he had this big dimension portal in his basement. He asked me to come by after not talking to me for years and, well. He said some things, I said some things. Next thing you know we're punching each other and I knocked him inside the thing while it was on! I tried to get him back out, but nothing I did turned it back on. He was just...gone.
[He knows the story by heart, even if there were never photographs to back it up. It was too tied up in thirty years of other memories for him to not get it back, even if some of the pieces are more emotional than factual. Instead, it gets to just haunt him at night now and then when he thinks he's over everything. He sighs and pushes forward.]
Anyway, I had to get the dumb portal up and running, but I had to keep Ford's house and I couldn't tell anyone what happened or they'd think I murdered him and then I'd never get him back. So...I faked my own death and took his place. Back home, "Stanley" is dead - I even went to my own funeral!
[0/10 stars, not really worth the effort if he's being honest.]
After that I spent every night for thirty years staring at the same stupid machine, looking through the same dumb books, trying to make myself learn things I was too stupid for to make the thing turn back on, all so I could find Ford and bring him home. By day I ran a tourist trap to pay the bills, but every night was basically me running into the same dumb road blocks over and over and over.
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[He trails off and thinks about where to even start this story. There's parts that get told differently now, after all - both because pieces are missing and because he and Ford are on good terms now.]
...so I'm gonna skip a lot and there's probably some memory gaps here and there, but I'll try and hit enough to paint a picture for you.
[That'll have to be good enough.]
Basically, he was studying all this supernatural crud, and he had this big dimension portal in his basement. He asked me to come by after not talking to me for years and, well. He said some things, I said some things. Next thing you know we're punching each other and I knocked him inside the thing while it was on! I tried to get him back out, but nothing I did turned it back on. He was just...gone.
[He knows the story by heart, even if there were never photographs to back it up. It was too tied up in thirty years of other memories for him to not get it back, even if some of the pieces are more emotional than factual. Instead, it gets to just haunt him at night now and then when he thinks he's over everything. He sighs and pushes forward.]
Anyway, I had to get the dumb portal up and running, but I had to keep Ford's house and I couldn't tell anyone what happened or they'd think I murdered him and then I'd never get him back. So...I faked my own death and took his place. Back home, "Stanley" is dead - I even went to my own funeral!
[0/10 stars, not really worth the effort if he's being honest.]
After that I spent every night for thirty years staring at the same stupid machine, looking through the same dumb books, trying to make myself learn things I was too stupid for to make the thing turn back on, all so I could find Ford and bring him home. By day I ran a tourist trap to pay the bills, but every night was basically me running into the same dumb road blocks over and over and over.