Stanford's tired eyes shot open. He frantically looked around in all directions. One moment, he was peacefully reading beneath a tree, basking in the gentle mid-day summer sun. The next, he woke up in some kind of dream-mind space? Papers and books carefully floated around him in the void-like space, Ford was suddenly pulled from his observations by an unexpected voice. "Hiya smart guy!" A billford fic loosely inspired by dangerously yours (1937) This fic uses Bill's human form I do not own Gravity Falls I do not own the cover art