Stan was jerked from the black haze he had been floating in by a splash of ice-cold water to the face. He sputtered, trying to get the putrid drips out of his mouth as his awareness returned. His head was throbbing viciously and every time he tried to open his eyes it increased. He wanted to wipe his face, but his attempt to move revealed he was tied to a chair. For some reason it was really hard to breathe through his nose. There was a very strange sense of déjà vu to all this. His tongue darted out to clean his lips and tasted copper.

"Welcome back," said a smug, inexplicably familiar, voice.

Stanley froze and then tried again to open his eyes to see who it was. He had a very bad feeling about this.

His eyes opened enough that he could make out a hazy silhouette before him.

"Who?" He croaked. Damn, his voice sounded awful. It felt like he had been gargling sand.

"Aw, come on Pines, I'm hurt. I can't believe ya don't remember me. And after all we've been though… Ya must be getting senile in your old age."

The memories were there, scratching at the back of his mind, but he couldn't quite bring them into the forefront.

Then he finally managed to focus on the man's face. It was the last piece needed and the memories came roaring into his mind like an avalanche. The pounding pain in his skull increased ten-fold, as did his fear.

"Jorge?!" Stan said, carefully keeping his voice even.

"Yep."

Stan's pulse was picking up speed. A majority of his memories had been restored since Weirdmageddon, but up till now the ten years he had spent on the streets had been rather vague and spotty. It had been frustrating at the time to have such a huge gap. Now he was wishing they hadn't come back. Then again if he remembered earlier he might have avoided this mess.

Shit, this wasn't going to end well.

Jorge leaned close, his foul smelling breath making Stan glad his nose wasn't running at full capacity.

"I do believe ya owe me something, Stan, and I'd like to collect that debt."

"Of… Of course. If I can return to the shack I'll be sure to pay you in full." Being tied up was really doing nothing for his bargaining skills and frankly, he didn't really care. He was too old to deal with this.

Jorge leaned back a moment and studied him through half closed eyes.

"Oh I'm not interested in that anymore. I've got lots of money."

Stan stomach dropped. If he wasn't interested in money that meant…

Jorge grinned at the growing panic on Stan's face.

"Yep that's right. I've been wanting a little revenge for a while now"

He circled around Stan like a hungry lion.

"I was really so sad when I heard someone had offed ya before I had a chance. But what do ya know? Turns out ya were alive all along… I'm going to enjoy this," He said pulling Stan's head back by the hair.

"As much as I appreciate the offer, I have places to go, people to see. I'm a busy guy," Stan said.

He started to subtly work the ropes, pulse beating frantically in his ears. If he could just get his hands free…

He received a hard blow to the face for his trouble. His neck snapped to the side. He stopped moving as stars shot across his vision and the pounding in his head worsened.

Jorge clicked his tongue.

"Now, now don't make this any harder for yourself."

"Your ugly mug is making this harder for me. Did you get your face stuck in a blender since I last saw you?" Stan snapped.

He really shouldn't have said that.

Jorge ceased walking and drew his fist back like he was going to strike Stanley again, but stopped. A slow smile spread across his face, causing his eyes to glint in the dim light.

"Ya know I was always annoyed that my last attempt to off ya didn't work out, I think I want a redo."

Shit.