#;ivan

Ah, well. In mostly everything except actual legal documents. I thought about that though, but with Tate growing up we were still dealing with bits here and there with the divorce. By the time Tate grew up, well it’d already long felt official.

Tate’s running the bait and tackle shop at the dock in town now. He didn’t really like Palo Alto all that much, too much running around and gizmo this or that. 

Ivan got into working on animatronics for big amusement parks. I told him he could get really into robotic stuff more, but I think he really just likes being around sort of happy and all the friendly places. 

Shortly after Fiddleford awoke we left to find Ivan, upon finding him I asked him to come along with us to find the height altering crystals within the woods to which he agreed.

We found them without incident and decided to visit Handrietta. 

We went to the apartment to briefly pick up some food to bring with us. In the living room was a bomb that exploded from some triggered wiring. 

While Stanley and I suffered minor injuries, Fiddleford was hit by debris in non fatal areas, and Ivan received the majority of the blast.

We pulled Ivan into the car and stemmed his bleeding as much as possible as Stan drove to the hospital.