On the long drive, Preston kept silent as he and Stan angrily looked away from each other, which got Ford feeling awkward.

"So, where does the Klerkson Family live?" Ford asks.

"Not too far." Preston said.

"Look, when he came to me for the potion, I asked him a series of questions, like what is his family's situation like and how bad is it..." Ford said. Everyone glared at him.

"I was in an alternate dimension for 30 years. Before then, I knew someone in his family, and Lawrence's father was a kind kid, always going to me for advice before I started to build a portal to unlock the secrets of the universe. Their family had always treated me with respect. And they had never hurt or threatened me!" He exclaimed. Then he calmed down a bit, looking back at the road. Stan scoffed and crossed his arms, leaning back into his seat and closing his eyes.

"Still, you should've known better than to trust this jackass!" Stan muttered under his breath.

Preston chuckled.

"What was that?"

Stan looked up and sighed. "Nothing," he replied as he leaned back further into his seat, not even opening his eyes.

Ford glanced towards them briefly before looking back at the road.

They finally managed to make it to a two story house, one with a large front yard, surrounded by tall pine trees and wildflowers. They parked next to their black SUV, but didn't step out. Instead, Ford put the car in park and sat there, staring at the driveway. It was quiet and peaceful; everything seemed to be perfectly fine. But inside, something was definitely wrong.

And Ford knocked on the door, his suspicions were confirmed as when the door was answered, he saw something heartbreaking.

A decently shaped man with a slightly unbuttoned shirt and a white tanktop and black pants. There was drool on his chin, and he had a throbbing headache. Ford could tell this guy was hungover as hell.

"George Klerkson?" Ford asks.

"Who the hell wants to know?" The hungover man replied.

"It's me, Ford Pines?" Ford said, trying to jog his memory.

"Oh, sorry, who is it?" George asked, wiping off his mouth.

"My name's Stanford Pines. We met back in 1980, I was something of a tutor for you before I reconnected with Fiddleford McGucket." Ford tried to explain. George seemed to recall who Ford was and nodded, putting on a fake smile.

"Stanford! It's been at least 32 years since we last saw each other!' George said.

"Well, I guess we have some catching up to do...but right now, we need to talk about your son, Lawrence." Ford said.

"...My son?" George asks quietly as his eyes widen in shock. "The authorities said he was dead!"

"No, he's alive and well, but a little too well." Ford said. "He can control Water and become it, too!"

George blinked. "...Huh? What are you trying to say?!"

Stan shouted, "He's basically Hydro-Man!"

George let this sink in, trying to comprehend the news. After a few minutes, he took a deep breath and turned to look at Stan and Ford, holding onto the handle of the door for support.

"Okay...you're telling the truth...so why are you here?" George asked.

"Because perhaps it's best we should warn you about your son or try to talk to him. If anyone knows about him, it's you, but..." Ford paused.

"I should tell you about my son." George sighed. "Come on in."

George stepped aside so Ford and Stan could walk through the door. They both entered the living room. The place was messy, even by Stan's standards. Papers littered the floor along with beer bottles. Books covered every inch of the walls.

Stanley raised an eyebrow and shook his head in disgust. Ford noticed this and frowned.

George went to sit on the couch, but Ford sat in an armchair instead. A tense silence envelops the room, the only noise being coming from George drinking coffee. Finally, Ford breaks the silence.

"What's going on with Lawrence?"

"He was always defiant and more interested in staying out of his lane and into trouble, because it's "Adventurous"." George said. "He has always liked being different. At first, he'd do anything to fit in with any crowd, even if it got him into trouble multiple times. It's not uncommon for him to do something dangerous to prove he's more capable than everyone else. But then he met Pacifica."

"My daughter," Preston said, sternly.

"At first, I thought she would be a good influence on her, but this "friendship" made him into the jealous type, he became clingy to her, gave her little to no privacy and threatened any boy who liked her. As time passed, his mood shifted from playful to hostile. It's easy to see why Pacifica ended things with him." George replied, cringing.

There was another awkward silence after that. Ford decided to ask his next question.

"What happened since?"

"He started to hang with a bad crowd, got involved in more and more dangerous adventures until-" He cut himself off. "Until he went too far one day with that prank."

"I spent five weeks in the hospital!" Stan said.

"I sent him to military school to get his ass back in line, and I thought it would be good for him, but two weeks in, he went missing. We assumed he drowned or something, either way...he was gone." George said as he clenched his fists.

"That's awful," Ford commented.

"Things went downhill since that day, my wife left me, my friends didn't want anything to do with me. I wanted to disappear and just go back to my normal life, but now, this stupid fucking thing happened..." George replied, gesturing at his face. Stan sympathized with the man.

"You really did hit your head hard, didn't you," Stan remarked. George scoffed.

"If only. I'm still in pain and tired, I barely eat and I feel like crap." he groaned. "When I wake up everyday, all I think about is how much I miss my son." His voice cracked.

"Well, maybe there's a slim chance to save him from himself..." Ford said, cautiously optimistic.