It's a beautiful day outside. Birds are singing, flowers are blooming...In days like these…
Bill would have ended this world.
Was he really still thinking of this? After all the crimes he had done, after asking for redemption, would he really want to start all of this again? He was currently simply enjoying the new sensations he was going through: The heat of the sun on the skin. It was a hot day, best time to discover the neighbourhood.
He looked around him, there were public housing, like the one he was living in. On the other side of the street, a playground where some kids were currently playing on slides and swings.
He headed to the left side, going under some trees. Even though he had already seen it all before, he had the impression he was discovering them for the very first time. This impression came from the still new things he had discovered, like the heat, or the taste. Now, he was discovering odours. It worked like tastes, balanced, different, sometimes pleasant, sometimes no… All those things were making him aware of the world around him, along with its danger.
The sounds were much louder here, more diversified: birds chirping, children laughing, dogs barking…
After walking for awhile, he stopped in front of the gates of a huge building. He raised his head, reading a sign:

"Piedmond High School".

His stared with his hazel eyes the gates. Was this what John was talking about earlier? A building where people stay locked up for 8 hours per day, just to "learn"? He asked himself "What can I possibly learn here? I saw many things. I saw history writing itself, I've seen every mathematical formulae, and even ones that doesn't even exist yet in this world. I've used every single one of them. I've seen every molecules. I read every book, I burnt every book. I won every game and I lost every game. What can I possibly see in this world that I haven't already?
He continued down his path, continuing his exploration of the neighbourhood. He saw a bakery, a butchery, a pharmacy, and various grocery stores. Everything he originally didn't care about were suddenly becoming important. He didn't even understand why, but he felt like he had to remember their locations. Maybe was it to avoid getting lost.

But it would appear that Bill was completely disoriented, once he realised he had passed in front the same street three times already. "Great. Just great. Once I'm home, I'm never going out again." He muttered to himself.
He was walking, thinking of a way to get home, completely oblivious of what was happening around him, without realising he was on the road. Suddenly, he felt something grab his arm to pull him on the sidewalk, preventing him just in time from getting run over by a car who was going rather quickly.

- Are you okay? Asked a woman's voice coming from behind him.

- Er...Yeah, I'm o-

He stopped talking the moment he faced the person talking to him. For a moment, i almost believed it was Mabel, or Dipper. Fortunately for him, it was impossible.

- ...I'm okay…

- You need to watch where you're going when you're going outside like that. It can be dangerous.

- Er, I...You're right, ma'am. It just that I'm lost…

She stared at Bill. She could indeed see he seemed lost.

- Where do you live? Do you have your address?

- My address? Well, er, Yeah...My...Address…

He looked through his pocket, hoping to find something that would help him look less silly. He found his keys. While looking at them, he saw a tag on the keyring, with the following words: "If lost, bring back to 618, Vista Avenue". Bill, after a bit of a thought, finally answered, more confident:

- 618, Vista Avenue

- Okay, follow me, I'll bring you home.

She leaded him to a nearby parking. Bill followed her, without asking any question. Once they were in her car, she noted, amused, that he was having troubles to put on his seatbelt.

- You don't get in a car, often, do you?

- Er...No...Not really, no.

Honestly, Bill had not been often in a car. As the car engine started, they started chatting:

- So, you're going to school on Monday too, right?

- Yeah. At least I think so.

- You don't look much older than my kids, so you must be in 7th, right?

- ...I guess so?

The woman glanced at him, before starting to laugh, amused:

- You're one strange kid. Like my daughter.

Bill laughed awkwardly. He then recognised the street from where he came from. "I'm saved'! he thought, relieved. Once the car stopped, he jumped out of it. The woman stayed still:

- By the way, what is your name?

- Bi-...Yvan. Yvan Arradion.

- Well, Yvan, it was nice to meet you.

Bill walked away, slowly, heading to the building, before going back home, running on his way up to the apartment. He stared at his "parents", before slamming the door.

- I'm. Never. Going. Out. Again.

- You will have to if you want your redemption, pal! scoffed John.

- What happened? Asked Harley, a little worried.

- I got lost, and someone brought me back.

- Try to be careful, next time. John said, Dinner in five minutes.