Sixteen, and he still had to stand on an encyclopedia to reach the top of his closet. Dipper tossed t-shirt after t-shirt off the rack and on to the ground around his suitcase. He noticed his old vest folded on the shelf above his hangers.

"Huh, didn't know I still had this." Dipper mumbled to himself while pulling down the vest. It caught on something and Dipper lost his footing. "W-woah!" Dusty books and stuffed animals tumbled after him.

The first thing Dipper saw after digging himself out was a tan, woolly cap. It didn't really match his aesthetic. He couldn't remember buying it.

Dipper plucked it off the floor. He ran a hand over the soft fabric. "Oh!"

Wendy was one of those things he only thought of every once and a while, on a rainy afternoon or restless night. Dipper tried to repress a lot of his memories with her to avoid constant cringe attacks.

His twelve year old self had been obsessive and clingy at times. It was something he was proud to have moved past.

Mable swung open the door. "Hey bro-bro, are you done packing yet-oh!" She slipped on to the ground next to Dipper. "I thought you got rid of that." She said softly.

A small smile spread across Dipper's face. "I guess it is kind of tattered." He'd worn it every day of freshman year.

"She's probably on break too. I bet she'll be waiting at the bus stop!"

"Wendy has better things to do then hang out with a couple of high schoolers."

"Don't be such a grumpy grump." Mable stuck her tongue out.

"This-this is what I mean."

Mable elbowed her brother playfully. "We haven't been back to Gravity Falls in, like, a century!" She jumped to her feet and pulled Dipper to his. "And you're all hot now, anything could happen!"

Dipper bent over to throw some clothes in his suitcase. His zippered the bag and stood up with a shrug. "Only one way to find out."