Bill had never died before, so he didn't know what to expect. All he could say was that it was boring. There was just nothing to do as he floated in an empty black void, darkness surrounding him on all sides.

"Boy, I didn't know dying would be so depressing," Bill said aloud to himself. "At least send me to the underworld where there's fire and fun stuff. I mean, come on! Make death a little more lively!"

As Bill continued to float around, he passed the time by striking up conversations with himself now and again. He was having a rousing debate on the pythagorean theorem when he heard voices.

"This is the first day we arrived at Gravity Falls," he heard the voice of Shooting Star say. "And here's the macaroni interpretation of my emotions!" Suddenly, the empty void started to stir and swirl. Memories started to flash before Bill's eyes, but they weren't his own. A lonely night in a colombian prison. Hours on end working on a portal. A fat pig eating a horse made of corn.

"Quit it Waddles! I'm trying to remember my life story!" a grouchy old voice called out.

"Heh. Looks like my spell worked," Bill said to himself and he listened to the conversation being carried out around him. He was having fun imagining his rebirth when he had a sudden and very important thought. "I wonder how this will affect me-"

Bill was interrupted by a flash of light. Fog seemed to swirl around his eye in a mass of confusion as Images flashed in and out, making them hard to distinguish. He saw a bow, a skull, and a blue brick. A nuclear explosion played in front of him. Memories began to resurface as he cried out in pain, holding his hands up to where his ears would be. He forced the horrible images back down until he couldn't recall them, but his vision still swirled.

Then, everything was black again. Bill couldn't move. The space around him was cold. He felt as if he was in some sort of cocoon.

"Stupid memories," Bill said. "I'm glad that's all over. Now let us see where I am." With all his strength, Bill tried to move his arm. Nothing happened. He tried again. This time, he heard something begin to crumble. He tried to turn his wrist. More crumbling could be heard. Now he tried to bend his elbow. A sickening crunch was echoed, followed by a wave of yellow light. The material that bound Bill's arm was now free. Bill then used his arm to pull the rest of himself from his prison. He looked around. He was in a forest, not unlike the one in Gravity Falls. Red birds flittered around among the branches. Squirrels chased each other in an endless game of tag. Mosquitoes buzzed around, looking for an afternoon snack.

Bill turned back to his prison. It seemed that he was trapped inside a stone statue of himself, covered in moss.

"How ironic," Bill said. "That was uncomfortable. Now I won't take my powers for granite!" Bill laughed aloud at his one joke.

"Who's there?" Bill heard a familiar voice call out. Bill quickly looked around. He tried to fly upward, but it appeared that his powers weren't working. He turned and found a large boulder close by. He dove behind the stone just in time. Two figures walked into the clearing, and Bill didn't risk taking a better look. Not yet, anyway.

"What are you doing, Dip-Dop?" a feminine voice said.

Bill's 'ears' perked up when he heard this.

"I swear I heard something," another voice said, this one a male.

"But we've never been in this part of the forest," the feminine voice said.

Bill turned around silently to peer at the newcomers. What he saw astounded him. It was Pinetree and Shooting Star, all grown up and mature. Pinetree, who had been so weak and powerless before, was now broad and muscular with a slight stubble on his chin. He bent down to study the stone shards in the grass. Shooting Star was tall and thin, with sparkling skin and a very prominent hourglass figure. Bill was disgusted by the both of them.

How long have I been in away? Bill thought. They must at least be fifteen.

"There's nothing here," Shooting Star said. "Can we go now? The party will start at any moment! I know Pacifica will be there!" She had a suggestive tone to her voice and gave a wink.

"Mabel, for the last time, there is nothing going on between us," Pinetree said as he stood up. The two turned back and walked out of the clearing.

Slowly, Bill crept out of the fallen timber. He gazed to where they went, deep in thought.

"Looks like I've been gone for a while," he said. "But don't worry, Pinetree. I knew we'd meet again. "

A small yellow light blipped on the holographic screen. A machine resembling a seismograph whirred to life, frantically scribbling readings onto a long sheet of paper. A pale hand reached out to rip the paper from the machine. The figure belonging to the hand observed the data in pure silence. When finished, the figure turned to punch the wall, the vibrations going through its vibrant purple armor.

"Look's like we will meet again, brother," the figure said in a thick british accent. "I will find you." He turned back to the holographic screen that was still displaying the yellow blip. "And I will get my answers."