Exactly an hour and 45 minutes later, Phillip pulled up to the house in a small white sedan. Stanley watched from the living room window as Phillip opened the trunk and pulled out his overnight bags. Walking over to the front door, he opened it to let his friend in.

"Stanley!" shouted Phillip walking up the small set of stairs to the porch, hands full. "It's you right?"

"Ah, twin jokes again," said Stanley rolling his eyes, "never gets old."

Smiling Stanley showed Phillip in and took one of his bags, dropping it immediately because of the weight. Phillip made it seem like it was so light.

Phillip turned and looked at Stanley, "Oh, and sarcasm in person, I like it! Also, I'm not joking you both sound the same on the phone and by the looks of it dress alike."

At that moment, both Stanford and Fiddleford walked into the room. Phillip turned to the two men and nodded his head in greetings.

"Hello Stanford and, I have not met you yet," holding out his hand to Fiddleford. Both exchanged greetings.

"Phillip," interrupted Stanford, "I know you had a long trip, and I am glad you came immediately but we have to talk."

As if expecting this reaction, Phillip nodded his head in agreement and Stanford gestured to the living room to where they would be able to talk together.

"Now," Phillip started as he sat down next to the side table where Stanley sat on the love seat. "Questions, but first are we all aware of the situation here?" Phillip glanced at Fiddleford.

"Enough yes." Stanford replied.

Stanley couldn't believe it, his brother told Fiddleford! Yes the man is perceptive and probably figured it out on his own but still, it hurt. Stan looked at his brother, standing up looking at Phillip waiting for answers.

"Now," said Stanford, "what's going on here Phillip, you said when you brought Lee home that he was safe, and I thought that meant that this man was gone for good."

Phillip straightens his back, as if facing his superiors on the force. Looking at Stanley and then to his twin Phillip replied.

"I thought you should know, I did what I thought was best for Stanley's recovery. And, If I had to do it over I would chose the same decision every time."

Something wasn't adding up in Stanley's head.

"Phillip," said Stanley, "I don't understand, isn't he dead? I heard the gun shots, you hear what he said right before…"

Phillip nodded his head, "I remember Stanley, but I made sure his threat to take you down with him would never happen. I trained those men myself, and they don't kill unless ordered. We were told to bring him in alive so that he could pay for his past crimes in a court of law."

Stanford interrupted, "Why didn't you tell us he was still alive!" Stanford started pacing, "Everything was going great until this happened! We thought that this was all behind us, why is this man plaguing my brother's life again! You should have told us."

Stanley rarely saw Ford get angry like this, if he was honest with himself he would say that his brother's reaction scared him a little…or more than a little, but it just goes to prove how much Pointdexter still cares for him.

Stanley looked over at his friend, his head was lowered and his fists were clenched. Stanley wanted to reach out to him but couldn't, not until he heard the truth.

"You weren't there at the hospital," mumbled Phillip. "You didn't see what happened, you didn't see the aftermath. I watched over him for weeks at that hospital after work each day. Waiting for this kid to wake up, it was horrible. I knew that if he ever woke up, he should never have to think about his attacker ever again. I was so pleased when the trail passed and Stanley was still asleep."

When Phillip looked up, Stanley saw a glare that was meant only for his brother.

"So, I made sure that he was never mentioned, if Stanley wanted to know I would tell him. If not then he never existed."

...

A Hispanic man got off of a bus and walked into the small hick town in Oregon named Gravity Falls. Just a week ago, he busted out of a high security prison in New York. Somehow, some of his men on the outside found a way to bust him out by dressing as a security guard and literally walked him out the door.

Rico was all smiles the whole way out, and hadn't stopped since. At his trial Rico found out that the kid survived and that if he ever got out, he knew the first thing he would do.

For some reason, this Bill guy gave him a call and told him where to find his pet, but Rico's men couldn't find anything on this Bill figure. It's like he never even existed, yet another reason to come to this ditch town, find the kid and return the favor for this Bill.

….

"Phillip!" yelled Stanley pounding on the bathroom door, "Come on, I have to use the bathroom!"

Four men and one bathroom equaled nightmarish hell. Stanley gave up and growled how could he take a half hour shower, sing the whole time and not be a girl! It was late and Stanley just wanted to brush his teeth and fall asleep on Ford's comfortable bed.

He felt bad that since he came to his brother's place that he took over his room, but it seems that Ford rarely sleeps anyway, and when he does it's on the kitchen table in the morning. Drooling all over his papers just like when they were kids at home.

Stanley walked into the living room to wait his turn for the bathroom when he heard whispers coming from the kitchen. Curiosity got the best of him and he went to go see what was going on. When he popped his head into the kitchen, he saw his brother on the phone talking to someone it seemed in a low voice.

Who could Sixer possible be talking to at this hour? Fiddleford was already asleep in his room and didn't think that his brother knew anyone else really besides maybe college buddies and some people from town that he avoided at all possible.

"Pointdexter?" Stanley said. The whispering stopped and Ford put down the phone and turned around to his brother. For a moment Stanley thought his brothers eyes were yellow. Rubbing his eyes he looked again and saw that his brother's eyes were the normal brown.

"Lee, you still up?" questioned Stanford.

"Yeah just waiting for the bathroom," replied Stanley, "everything ok?"

"Of course yes, you go to bed I'm going to go down to the basement for a little while until I get tired." Stanford patted his brother's shoulder and they said their goodnights.

Now, time to kick Phillip out of that bathroom.

….

Phillip was awoken by a thud, the couch wasn't the most comfortable place to sleep but there was nowhere else for him to sleep. His back was going to hurt so bad tomorrow morning, and his neck already had a crick. He was just about to fall asleep when he heard the jiggling of the door knob.

Suddenly wide awake he slid off the couch and onto the floor to hide. Getting a good look at the front door he watched as the lock made an audible click and it started to slowly open.

'Damn it' he thought as he went for his side arm. It was hanging in with his coat in the kitchen on one of the chairs. He never expected that a break in would happen in a small town like this one where everyone knew each other.

Phillip looked to watch the intruder slowly and quietly close the door and start walking into the house. It was a male, darker skin tone, maybe African American or Hispanic descent, too dark to really tell. The only light was from the moon that was filtering through the windows of the one side of the house.

The man didn't start riffling through their things looking for something to steal though. It was like he was looking for someone maybe. The man looked up the stairs and Phillip started to panic, that's where everyone is sleeping, including Stanley.

Before they could take their first step up the stairs Phillip attacked. Surprise on his side he had the upper hand and dragged him to the floor.

There was a loud 'ugh' from the intruder as Phillip pushed him to the floor.

The man was stronger than he looked and he landed a punch to Phillip's stomach. Phillip found himself on the floor clenching his abdomen as the pain started to fade away.

The intruder raised his fist and aimed for Phillips face, dodging just in time he got an undercut to the man ribs.

'Score!' thought Phillip as he felt his fist make contact with the other man's body. Wanting to stay on top, Phillip landed another punch to the man's head. His fist came back a little wet, blood maybe.

Phillip stood up while his opponent was down for the count. Suddenly, Phillip saw movement out of the corner of his eye, someone just came out of the bathroom. It was Stanley…or Stanford it was hard to tell in the dark really.

"Stan…" Phillip started when suddenly two hands grabbed his ankle and his balance was pulled from under him. Phillip landed on the ground, 'the intruder faked a knock out!' was the last thing he remembered before him head smacked the wooden floor.

Oh who is it? Stan - ley or ford?