Disclaimer: Characters are copyright...themselves...and Eddsworld is copyright...them, again... (And Paul Ter Voorde, who will not appear in the story.)

Since we are in the Eddsworld-reality, not the actual one, Edd is still alive (Sorry to remind anyone) and so, he is the one working on Space Face (which isn't a part two in this continuum), not Paul and Tom.

Every Eddsworld fanfic I write are in memory of Edd.

Tord was sorting out his e-mail inbox for the third time that day. He'd only turned his computer on ten minutes ago and he was already overridden with mail. To him, it seemed like he received a message from a crazed fangirl or boy every three minutes, most of which said:

'wehn u coem bak to eddswold/'

Or

'WHY DID YOU LEAVE ANYWAY?'

He was starting to regret putting his e-mail address on his YouTube account. Even if he HAD deleted it soon after in an attempt to get away from these people...AND changed his contact details to something completely different. But these fans were persistent, and if he replied to their spam, he'd have less hope.

'...The only person I can blame for this is myself...' He thought, regretting his choice in asking Edd to just take him out of Eddsworld instead of confronting the fans himself.

He shut down his computer, deciding that he would sort everything out when he wasn't so annoyed at himself.

Tord got up, and walked over to the window. He needed to go somewhere, clear his mind. He headed for the garage, and then came to the familiar realisation that interrupted him every day:

He'd left his car at the airport, unable to take it with him, when he had left Britain. He assumed that someone else would have broken into it and stolen it, since he'd left the keys in the slot as well.

A walk would probably do him better, anyway.

The last frames on Space Face were nearly done, and Edd was glad of it. This project had taken him a lot longer than any of the previous episodes, and that meant that he had been staying up all night working on it several days in a row. It would be nice to get some sleep, for once. He began to relax, and ended up stuffing up his drawing when Matt yelled out from upstairs.

'HELP...! I THINK THE FANS ARE MANIPULATING IMAGES OF US!'

Tom was first upstairs, and it looked like he had a fair idea of what was going on.

'Matt, don't worry, I'm sure what you've seen can't be as bad-' He cut off in the middle of the sentence when he noticed what was on the screen.

He curled his hoodie over his holes, squashing Steve as he pulled down the hood.

'Yeah...I didn't really want to see that...'

Edd walked over and closed the internet window. He was used to seeing disturbing fanart; there was enough of it floating around searches these days.

'Get used to it, guys. The more episodes we make, the more of this stuff the fans will create.'

Tom nodded in agreement, and then paused.

'Speaking of episodes, why don't you make an episode for your birthday this year? You could ask Paul to help if you ran out of time.'

Edd considered.

'Yeah, but if I did, I'd have to have a really good reason, since I've never done something like that before.'

Matt got out from hiding under the computer desk, a cave he had adopted in case of necessary fanart-escaping.

'But, what would you do? We haven't exactly been doing anything that interesting recently.'

'Yeah, you're right. I better get back to work, anyway.'

'...Or perhaps, I could try to get Tord back...It would give me a chance to test that idea...'

Tord had felt a lot more refreshed after his walk. Sure, it was the same city as it had always been, but it was the principle of the matter. He sat in front of his computer again, ready to tackle the possessive fans' messages head on. He was surprised to see a relatively familiar e-mail address attached to the most recent letter: Edd's.

The message read:

"Hey Tord. It's been a while, and I've come up with a way to stop your fans from stalking you:

Come back, to Britain, as well as Eddsworld.

Even if it's just for one episode, return, just so they know you're happy where you are, and you had a good reason for leaving us in the first place. I think that's what they want, some real reassurance.

And, it's been such a long time since anyone here saw you, and it's kind of boring without all of my friends."

He looked down, contemplating whether he should fulfil Edd's proposition. Rubbing his hand over his face, he went back to the keyboard and began to type.

"Just for one episode. Then I'm gone again, but you may bring back my character. I'm catching the next plane."

A smile crept across Tord's face, realising that he may have just been freed from his stalkers.

After a week of sleeping well, Edd seemed a lot happier, especially after Tord's agreement. The one thing he had forgotten to do was tell Matt and Tom. He was sure Matt would be fine with it, but what would Tom's reaction be? He and Tord often had disagreements, and it was clear they didn't like each other too much. But, he'd understand, right?

Edd walked down the stairs, thinking through how he'd start the conversation.

'Guys, I had an idea a week ago,' He began. 'After you said something about needing to come up with an idea for my birthday episode...'

Matt continued to do...whatever it was he was meant to be doing, but Tom looked up.

'I...uh...e-mailed...Tord, asking him to come back to Britain for a while...and he's supposed to turn up today...'

Tom narrowed his eyes.

'Oh, great...' He sighed.

'Just...try to get along, okay? I know you guys aren't friends, but I don't want any fights.'

He considered, and then said:

'Okay. I know you like him, so I might as well attempt to.'

Matt stopped "working".

'Yeah, I don't mind either, just so you know.'

When everyone fell silent, as if on cue, the doorbell rang.