When Stanford exited the bathroom at 2 am in the morning, he saw something totally unexpected. Stanford watched as a strange man lying on the ground pulled at Phillip's ankles and he tumbled to the ground, smacking his head on Ford's hardwood floor.

'What's going on? Is Phillip ok? Who is this man, and how did he break into my house!?' thought Stanford as he panicked not knowing what was going on in his own home. Stanford looked at the stranger, it was dark but he could see the man was wearing black clothes and is of Hispanic or Latino origin.

Suddenly the man looked in his direction, and his smile reached his eyes. Stanford's heart stopped, not wanting to take any chances he ran back to the bathroom. Slamming the door shut and locking it from the inside.

Breathing heavily, Stanford turned around, pressing his bodyweight against the door. If this man could take down a FBI agent, then it would be in his best interest to not make physical contact with this man.

"Stanley!" yelled the man in an accent, pounding on the door. "Come out, I have missed you!"

'He thinks I'm Lee, perhaps this Rico.' thought Stanford as he held the door down with his body, feeling every pound that the man's fist made with the door.

"Tu puta! soy tu dueño!" Rico was screaming now, the whole house would be awake by now. For the first time he hoped that Stanley would be too scared to come out of his room. 'Oh why didn't I take a semester of Spanish!?'

In the mist of the pounding and the Spanish slurs, Stanford heard a voice come from down the hall "Hello? Who's making all the ruckus?"

'Oh dear, that was Fiddleford's voice! He must have left his room to investigate all the commotion.'

Stanford no longer felt the 'thumps' of Rico's fists on the door, nor did he hear his voice.

"Who are you?" said Fiddleford on the other side of the door. Stanford heard as Fiddleford let out a small screak. Rico must have gone after his colleague; he couldn't hide in the safety of the bathroom anymore that was his best friend out there!

Taking a deep breath Stanford slowly peaked out the door, Rico had Fiddleford cornered. Rico was saying something to the man that was too low for Stanford to hear, walking Fidds to the wall with each step toward him. Once Fiddleford's back hit the wall behind him, Rico let a fist fly to his abdominal area, another smacked right into his cheek. Fiddleford hit the floor, curled up on himself to protect the rest of his body from the attacker.

Stanford couldn't let this happen; he pushed open the door and ran towards Rico who had his back facing him. Before Rico could get another punch in, Stanford pushed off the floor and jumped onto the man's back. Wrapping his arms around the man's throat, he held on for dear life if not to save his best friend from this maniac.

Rico's hands went to Stanford's arms around his neck, trying to loosen the grip that he had so he wouldn't fall off the man's back, and lessen his access to air at the same time.

Rico started to fall backwards, he must be winning! The human body would be unconscious without continuous air flow in 30 to 180 seconds. He just had to last that long.

He would win this, or so he thought until his back slammed against the wall. Rico must have known what he was doing, he had to get the person off his backside and the wall was the key.

They were leaning back to the wall again and this time Stanford's head bounced off the drywall. Stanford's glasses fell off his face due to the impact. A little dizzy, Stanford's arms loosened up just a little from his grip. Then the last thing he remembered was Rico making his last ditch effort to slam him against the wall again when his head smacked into the hard surface.

….

Stanley was woken up by some pounding of a door in the middle of the night. Stanley groaned and pulled the blanket up to his face and rolled over. This wasn't the first time that his brother had worked through the night and woke him up with a stupid nerd project.

Stanley was about to fall back asleep when he heard shouting. Stanley sat up; it wasn't Pointdexer's voice or the other Ford's. When the shouting stopped was when he started to actually get worried, he has learned that silence was never golden like the teachers at school said.

Stanley got out of bed and opened the door, he looked down and what he saw, he had to see to believe. His brother was fighting some random man in the house! He was on the man's back and being slammed against the wall to get him off. Fiddleford was on the floor a couple feet away starting to get up.

He had to help, these nerd have probably never been in a fight when they were at college and Stanford was never very good at those boxing lessons Pa put them through. Stanley only wished he had his brass knuckles on him but they were in the glove box in beloved his El Diablo.

Before Stanley could even make it down the first couple of steps, he heard the sound of his brother being slammed against the wall and then a thud. Looking over the railing he saw that his brother lost, he was lying on the floor while the intruder was gasping for breath, hunched over with his hands on his knees. Looks like he had to take care of this himself.

"You can do this Stanley," he muttered to himself. "You can take out a lowly theft in a fight, nothing to worry about."

Stanley got to the bottom of the steps when he saw the legs of a body on the floor. The other half of the person was hidden by the wall that separated to the living room.

It was Phillip! Stanley ran to the man on the floor while at the same time trying to keep an eye out for the intruder as he caught his breath.

Phillip looked ok, other than the bump that was on his head. Stanley sighed in relief. Stanley tried to shake Phillip to wake him up, but he wouldn't wake.

Stanley then started to hear a high pitch laugh. 'What the heck is going on!'

Stanley gave up and gently set his friend's head back on the floor. Stanley needed to protect his family! Fists ready, he walked into the room and every fiber of his being that was ready to fight and protect his family vanished.

"Ri….Rico?" shuddered Stanley. No, how did he find him? How could he, he was on the other side of the country!

But, the look that the man gave Stanley when he saw him was of pure confusion. Rico glanced back at Stanford and back at Stanley. Then he smiled.

"Twins," Rico smirked. Stanley was still frozen in place, but knew he had to do something.

Rico then looked at his brother and knelt down speaking to Stanford, "Stanley, I wish you told me you had a brother. Better yet a twin." He said as he glanced up at the real Stanley.

Stanley would have thought that after all those months with the man that he would be able to tell the difference between the twins. Wearing his brother's clothes, and the fact that Stanford's glasses must have fallen off during his scuffle must have made it hard to tell.

Stanley heard another high pitched laugh. It was coming from Stanford who was sitting on the floor, why would he be laughing, that wasn't his normal tone.

Fiddleford yelled, "Bill leave us alone!"

Stanley almost forgot that he was there, Rico glanced at the southern and back at the one he thought was Stanley.

Stanley watched as Rico's eyes went big, "Demonio!"

Stanford got up and turned to face Stanley.

His brother had a giant grin across his face, with bright yellow eyes.