[At first, Ford is dreaming about Wonderland, only altered. The mansion backs up to a great pine forest and there's an entrance to the basement of the Mystery Shack. He passes up a chance to go into his secret study and goes right to the bottom floor where the portal once was.
--No, it's... it's still there. It's there and open and bright blue and despite all of his instincts telling him to run from it, he approaches the danger line on the floor.
And then he stops. He knows it's a dream. He knows if he "fell through" it wouldn't be real. And best of all, he knows he could wake himself up if he tried.
Reminding himself of these things, his heart beat slows down to a regular pace.
Ford looks at his hands. He is as he was in the 1970s: Young, not wrinkled by age or scarred by too many adventures across the multiverse. When he looks up, the color of the portal is gone and everything is a frighteningly familiar greyscale.
It's just a dream, it's just a dream. A dream that's probably turning into a nightmare. He's had a lot of those even in Wonderland, so he braces himself as always.]
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--No, it's... it's still there. It's there and open and bright blue and despite all of his instincts telling him to run from it, he approaches the danger line on the floor.
And then he stops. He knows it's a dream. He knows if he "fell through" it wouldn't be real. And best of all, he knows he could wake himself up if he tried.
Reminding himself of these things, his heart beat slows down to a regular pace.
Ford looks at his hands. He is as he was in the 1970s: Young, not wrinkled by age or scarred by too many adventures across the multiverse. When he looks up, the color of the portal is gone and everything is a frighteningly familiar greyscale.
It's just a dream, it's just a dream. A dream that's probably turning into a nightmare. He's had a lot of those even in Wonderland, so he braces himself as always.]
It's not like he's actually here, Stanford.