Chapter 2: New Findings
Narrator: l :rotarraN
Dimensions he traveled through didn't seem to prepare him for this. Oh, how he scattered while the other watched helplessly; unsure how to help. Back and forth, he travel across the room; searching his notes constantly, checking then rechecking.
Time and time again didn't seem enough for him, until finally his brother had enough, begging him to seize before he over exhausted himself. Want could he accomplish doing the same thing over and over again? Only a mad man would continue this idiocy.
Gravity seemed to suddenly weigh him down as exhaustion took over as he contemplated listening to his brute of a brother. Perhaps a little bit of R&R would do him some good. After all he had been working with no sleep for nights on end.
The Paranormal anomalies would still be there after all. What would he achieve from being too exhausted to function? Besides the children would be here within a couple of hours. He had no reason to persist where his body could no longer be useful.
The Hope for his New Year's Resolution after all was to work much less the entire year, and spend more time with the family. However, it was barely summer and he couldn't keep his immeasurable promise. In all fairness, those things Never work out. Never.
"Look, I know what you are looking for is important, but the kids will be here in a couple of hours, and how sad would they be if you fell asleep on them when they got here." Stan pointed out to his brother.
"I understand that Stanley, but with everything that has happened to us, everything we have found. Can we afford to be so nonchalant about this?" Ford asked rubbing his eyes, pushing his glasses to his forehead.
"What good will it do you if that big brain of yours can't even think?" Stan argued. "You know for a genius you are acting kind of stupid."
"How is trying to get as much information so we can have an upper hand before IT happens, stupid?" He began, as he looked to his brother. "You know as well as I do, we do not have much time. Maybe a year at best! And even then it may not be enough time to prepare!" His voice was raised with urgency in his voice.
"Well, wait for dipper. He is a smart kid. Maybe he can help you?" Stan bargained, not wanting to see his brother kill himself.
"No! That is the last thing I want to do! If we get those kids involved, who knows what could happen to them!" Ford's voice grew louder as he seemed to have set his foot down.
"I don't want to get them involved either, but Dipper is a genius like you! The things he can come up with. You have to give him a shot. You and him, are so similar. If there are two of you, you will definitely figure things out!" Stan persisted.
"It's true he has a very capable mind." Ford contemplated, feeling quite exhausted; wanting to give in. He looked at his papers that were thrown around in his secret lab, under the shack. He rubbed his bloodshot eyes once more as he finally sighed and looked to his brother. "Fine, I will rest. But I am sleeping on the idea of letting them know. I am uncertain if I want to put them in that kind of danger."
"Agreed. Maybe we won't have to if you rest and look at it all again. Plus, I know that kid would run with it and never let it go if we spilled our findings. He sure can get annoying when he is worked up in a frenzy like you. You really are related. On the other hand, Mabel-" He was cut off.
"We agreed not to discuss that." Ford interrupted looking at Stan with a straight face.
"I know, it's just, I love that little scamp. She helped me out with so much. You realize she has a lot to do with-" Stan was once again forcibly cut off.
"Stanley! Enough." Ford yelled to him, making Stan look down on the floor. It was quiet for a moment, nothing but the sound of the shuffling of their feet. "I need to go to bed. Let's get some rest." Ford finally broke the silence as he began to walk out the room.
"Yeah, they will be here soon." Stan walked behind him, entering the elevator that took them down there. Stan looked across the room of scattered notes while ford pressed the button to leave. His eyes looked to the floor at a small piece of paper. On it was written in bright crimson, "? Mabel is-"
The elevator doors sealed shut, closing its Dimensions. Up they went, taking its sweet Time. They were close to their awaited destination as it fought against the pulling weight of Gravity. The notes were being left below them as they rejoiced about finally being able to stop and rest from The Paranormal. It seemed, that the Hope of Ford's New Year's Resolution was going to come true, even if only temporarily. But let's be frank, it was only a couple of hours of rest, not a whole year. Never the full year. Never.