It's a little while before Stan gets to that last point. He spends some time flipping through the whole thing first, and every time he stops to look at a page his eyebrows rise a little higher. This book couldn't be more different from the battered thrift-store copies the thing'd made him think of when he first took it. He keeps his mouth shut, flips through, and only starts to speak when he finds himself looking at a certain sketch - a sailboat, simply drawn and scribbled out. He glances up at Ford, then down at the sketch, and keeps on with the flipping.

And of course, once Ford notices that Stanley's reached That Page then Stanley notices, too. He glances up at his brother, then looks back down at it, and swipes a finger across a certain spot.

"Stanford?" he asks, carefully. "Whose blood is this?"