Through the doorway he sees Dipper in his armchair, reading. The book looks like—no.

Stan's heart stops, but his poker face holds.

"What'cha readin' there, Slick?"

Dipper panics, stashing the journal and grabbing a GCOM issue. Smooth.

Still, Stan won't say anything unless he's sure. He sneaks off to the vending machine, rides the painfully-slow elevator, runs to his workbench.

Journal's still there.

…duh. If Dipper found this place, he'd do more than steal Ford's journal. Stan shivers.

Still, crisis averted. He's just seeing things, apparently. Maybe because Dipper reminds him of Ford.

Maybe he reminds him too much.