"Oh, I know this person! He's the mysterious scientist who lives in the woods!" some lady, with weird makeup said. "I would pay anything to see what he does in there!"

"Tell me, what's your name, mysterious stranger?" an ugly man with a weird voice asked.

"It's Stan..." I stopped. I'm no scientist. In fact, I'm nothing even close to being one. The scientist was my brother. The one I pushed through the portal. The one I'm probably never going to see again. The brother that I would do anything to have back again. He's gone forever

Again, I'm not scientist. But Sixer has built up such a reputation with this town and I bet one hundred buck that no one has ever seen his face. If I want to bring my brother back, there is only one way to do it. I have to be here to help him. "...Ford. Stanford."

That's it. I've crossed the line. Now there's no going back. I have to stay to bring back Sixer. The only way to protect him is to-

"Are you offering tours? How much do we pay to see?" another man asked with a name tag. D-Daryl. Daryl asked. I looked at the amount of money I have in my hand. Just a quarter, a piece of lint, a strip of gum and a stamp. This won't buy me anything. It's not even enough for a loaf of bread. I inhaled then looked back up.

"Yes! Yes I do! For ten-err-fifteen dollars per person!" I said. The crowd of people, even the cashiers behind the counter, held up stack of money. This is the most money I have ever seen in my life. Dad was the owner of a pawn shop and mom was a psychic but even all their money combined was never this much. This is beautiful. I can bring my brother back with all this grand and show dad that I'm not a failure and then he would invite me back to our house and then he would finally call me his son.

"Right this way, fellas!" I said, marching out of the corner store and back into Sixer's house. "Welcome to my lab!" I said. "This is where I...make things. Like this! See this?" I held up a weird box with antennae sticking out of it with zappy stuff going back and forth. "Check out this...nerdy box...or whatever."

The lady with the weird makeup pulled in close to it and stared. "What does it do?"

"It does...nerdy stuff?" I tried. She stared. I could feel sweat building up on the back of my neck. "Good enough for me!" She came in close again. So far so good. If this keeps up, then I can have Ford back in no time.

She pulled in too close, I think, and the zappy stuff zapped her eye. "Oh my!" she said. "My eye!" She blinked a few times but her eye didn't open. "I can assure you that that is in no way permanent!" I panicked.

"I want my money back! This isn't what I came here for!" she demanded. The crowd followed. Even that kid I got some money off of.

"Uh...wait! It's a good thing you weren't a part of the last tour group!" I quickly said. I snatched the skeleton from nearby, a pair of sunglasses from the table and a Hawaiian shirt and shoved them onto the skeleton. Why does he keep a skeleton in here anyway. It's creepy. And Sixer was never one to go to the beach with a pair of sunglasses and a patterned shirt.

I turned around with the skeleton, dressed like a surfer. "They never made it out alive!" I tried. I wiggled my fingers then laughed nervously. If this doesn't work, I will have nothing and I will be dead before I can bring Sixer back.

The kid in the back giggled first. The crowd followed his lead. Phew. My sweat was building up so quick I think my shirt might actually be stuck to my back.

I finished giving them the tour and then kicked them out. Well, not literally. Once they left, I counted the money I got. Fifteen times five is...Sixer has always been better at this kind of stuff. I searched his counter for a calculator. He always had one on him for some reason. Fifteen times five is...SEVENTY-FIVE DOLLARS?

I can get rich off of these suckers! This might actually work! I can keep Sixer's house in condition, bring him back, and all at the same time, make some money to show my dad! This is great! I can, in no way, see how anything can ruin this! I'm on fire!

Author's Note

I thought it would be fun to write in Stan's POV. I'm hoping I do him justice!