At first, he doesn't want to leave his 'crash' site mostly its hope that Stan will open the portal again, he doesn't and both relief and sadness hit him. So he began to wasn't long after that he had discovered Bill was after him; everywhere he went Ford could swear he heard his creepy laugh, voice and don't get him started on the dreams. Bill was toying with him he knew it was him, at first, the image of two infants one male, one female, then it showed Bill stealing the boy with one of his 'puppets' and replacing him with a dead one and when he saw the family grieving he realized it was HIS family. Bill as messing with his family because of him.
His Nephew for that was a the little boy could have been was now going to be made into one of that monsters puppets and there was nothing he could do for the poor boy. Never before had he felt so days and night became a blur as time began to pass at what seemed to be a never-ending circle of running from Bill and fighting his lackeys. To tell you the truth he's kinda surprised he's still alive after all, this time.
Time moved slower here. It was the next thing he noticed for every one day here he was figuring maybe four days went by back home. It would explain the exhaustion he was feeling but he adjusted, here it was adapt or die and dying wasn't an option...not yet at least.
He hated it here one could only take so much of running for their lives and he was drawing close to that mark, but with every attack, he seemed to get stronger, faster, even smarter. He even learned to make weapons of his own. Neat huh!
But Bill still plagued his dreams, most often he would see the little girl from dreams before but only now she was growing. One week she would be five and the next eleven, hell even he could tell she was suffering without her twin. The jealous looks she gave her younger brother and sister, he couldn't see their faces but he knew vaguely who they were or were they just from the local school and she saw them every day? He couldn't tell anymore. It wasn't often he saw the boy he looked a lot like him and Stan to tell you the truth. Same build, same hair color but instead of chocolate brown eyes like his sister he had green eyes, he assumed like his mother for no one in his family had green eyes. It made Ford wonder if Stan was their father if he were he was glad Stan had found someone to love him, when he last saw Stan wasn't in the best place, Ford shook his head he didn't want to think of that day.
So he wandered on.