Stanley Pines knew he had fucked up and it wasn't the tiny little fuck ups that got him banned from nearly all fifty states. No this was a major fuck up. The stinging on his shoulder was a constant reminder of what had just happened only hours ago. He had just thrown his twin through a portal. A wave of nausea smacked him as the depth of the situation finally made itself present. Stanford was gone. That six fingered genius who he grew up with and decided to place his trust into one last time was gone. Oh gosh Stanford must hate him even more and of course who wouldn't hate him. Heck, he hated himself right now! Glancing over to the once lit up portal he wondered if maybe just maybe if he pulled even harder on the lever that those bright lights and strong winds will come back to life bringing his twin back to him. He crawled over to the lever harshly tugging on it until a loud snapping sound filled the air. "Shit!" The snapped lever was quickly thrown across the room. "This can't be happening. Shit, I have to save him." Stanley had no idea where to begin, he wasn't smart like his brother, his mother always said he had a vivid imagination just to be nice but he knew that behind his back they all called him stupid.
Stanford was smart enough to figure out how to survive no matter where he was so thankfully he knew he wasn't going on a mission to recover his twins dead body. The journal in his other hand felt heavy almost like a weight that would never ease up. With shaking hands Stanley hugged the journal close trying hard not to burst into tears. Everything was his fault, if only he hadn't been so hung up on that stupid childhood dream of treasure hunting on the Stan O' War. If only they could return to the old days, to the nights spent together in Fort Stan staying up until their mother yelled at them to go to bed. If only he hadn't been stupid enough to ruin his twins science fair project and dream. None of this would have happened if he hadn't been selfish.
Now he was determined to save Stanford and mend their shattered relationship. He didn't care how long it would take but he would never stop until he had his brother back. Stanley looked down at the red journal in his hand noticing it was labeled with the number 1 and remembering Stanford mention something about two other journals. It was all clear now! Those journals held the answer to getting his twin back. All he had to do was find the other two journals and he was golden. Sadly he had no idea where those two journals were hidden but he knew he could start looking for clues in the one book he did have. "Hold on Stanford, I'm going to save you."