"When did we become such old men?"

"Heh, you look like dad."

"Augh! Don't say that!"

Stanley headed off to bed. Lying down he reflected of his conversation with his brother, just like his counterpart Mabel. Well, his ex-brother. After their first conversation he thought their relationship of siblings may have been on the path on the fixed. Yet, his conversation afterwards with his brother happened. Causing him to not be so sure. They'd probably never become like they used to be again.

Sighing, Stanley rolled over and stared at the ceiling. Maybe the starts lied in the stars.. or in his dreams. Stanley gripped the covers and brought them close to him. Almost as if he was hugging them, as of what he wished he could do to Stanford. Maybe he should've taken Mabel's advice and hugged it out.

Stanley's eyes flickered. He was exhausted from the day and from the mess he once again created. Maybe if he slept, his conscience would think of some way out of this ditch, at least what was left of his conscience. But, it was worth a try, after all, what is the worst that could happen to him in his sleep? Unable to bring a rational answer to his thought provoking question, Stanley closed his eyes and brought himself to sleep.

"Okay, Stanley. Here's the deal. You can stay here for the summer to watch the kids. I'll stay in the basement and try to contain any remaining damage. But when the summer's over, you give me my house back, you give me my house back, and this 'mystery shack' junk is over forever. You got it?"

"You're really aren't going to thank me, are you?

Stanford turned his head.

"You stay away from those kids. I don't want them in danger. Because as far as I'm concerned, they're the only family I have left."

Stanley woke up huffing. "It's just a dream he thought. Just a dream." He whispered to himself repeatedly. After all, his brother couldn't possibly be here, and if he was, wouldn't they recoil. His brother would forgive him, his brother would love him. He would have his family back. He kept repeating those words and phrases to himself, attempting to bring himself closure, but so far it wasn't working.

"I guess the only way to truly know this is to go see for myself." He thought, guessing that it was all just a dream. Heading downstairs, Stanley shuffled quietly and pressed the not so secret code into the vending machine. It swayed open, making a creaking noise as little sparks flew off.

Stanley stepped inside, closing the vending machine behind him. He hurried down the stairs, causing him to gasp for breath as he reached the elevator. Punching in the key pad, he stepped once more inside once it accepted his password. Finally, he arrived to the room he needed to be in. The basement.

Not prepared for the recked portal and room, Stanley staggered. "No, No, No!" He seemed to scream inside his head. It was true. All of it was true. His brother was back, yet he did not forgive him. They did not become old chums once again. Instead, they were simply broken mirrors reflecting the bad parts of one another.

Stanley quickly as fast as he could, hurried back to his room. After locking the door in a panic frenzy, he clinged to his bedside. Weeping for what had gone on this day. While his brother was back, they were not the original mystery twins again.