It is silent- too silent.

A pair walks through a forest. In the lead is a person wearing a blue square, his eye staring forward. Behind him trails a girl. She is young, only about twelve. She is fully human with blonde curls and blue eyes and dress. One of her eyes is covered by a star eye patch. Her free hand grips the white shawl she wears.

"Are we almost there?"

"Just keep walking."

"Why are we walking?"

"Just...just because."


He doesn't say a word for a long time. "Yes Jillian?"

"Where's William?" He does not say a word, his free hand trembling. A loud howl breaks through the air. The two stop, the child looking around like a frightened sheep. "What was that?"

He kneels so they are looking eye to eye. "Listen, sweetheart. I need you to do something for me, okay?" She nods, releasing her shawl to stroke his edge. "Just close your eye..." The group rings around them. He grips her close, her eye firmly shut. If he notices that she is trembling, he does not show it. The two are surrounded in green flames. "And hold on tight."

Dipper opened his eyes.

He stared at the ceiling. A deep, bone stroking sorrow had settled in him. He sighed, and got out of bed.

Amelia and him had arrived late last night. Mabel had been surprised to see them, since she didn't expect them to leave that day. But she had been happy. She and Pacifica had taken up the old wax figure room, the Stans were sleeping on their boat, and everyone else was with their family. He had been given the attic, while his cousin had been given Ford's room.

He headed downstairs, mind on his dream. Dipper absently wondered what had happened to the siblings, if they had gotten away-

What the heck.

They were fictional characters, created from his mind. Ever since Dipper learned that Bill Cipher had wiped out his entire home dimension, his mind had wandered to scenes like that. Was there fire? Did some get away? The dream last night was just one of his imagined scenarios. Although they hadn't been as realistic-


Mabel and Pacifica sat at the table. The latter, hair now pulled back into a ponytail and wearing a hot pink sweatervest, was sipping tea while reading the newspaper, while the former, her hair color of the week being pastel pink, was munching on what looked like scrambled eggs. "Morning. Where's Amelia?"

"Waiting for her toaster waffles to pop." Mabel said, nodding to the toaster. A half asleep Amelia was glaring at the toaster like it had done her wrong while sipping at a glass of juice. She let out a cheer when it finally popped. "So, plans for the day? Pacifica and I gotta figure out what flowers to use during the wedding."

Amelia shrugged. "I was thinking about taking a look around the Shack."

"I was planning on visiting town. Maybe I can pick you guys up later for lunch at Greasy's."

"Sounds like a plan."

Amelia walked through the forest. Mabel had given her a map, the path drawn in what looked like glitter glue. The girl hopped over a fallen tree and entered the clearing.

The statue was there.

A triangle, wearing a top hat and bow tie, hand outstretched for a handshake. Amelia stepped forward-

And noise assaulted her.

Screams, whispers, roars. She let out a scream of pain, gripping her head. What was wrong? She had always been able to ignore them during the day! Was it just the statue, making her illness flare up? Bill Cipher did have power over the mind, after all.

Then as soon as it started, it stopped.

Amelia knelt in front of the statue...and sobbed.