As Mabel held Dipper in her arms, she could see the effects slowly take place. His body was still cold but became less stiff as his heart began to beat again. He moaned in pain as his neck popped back into place. His eye's flittered open and he looked up to see Mabel with a tear streaked face, "What….what happened?" he said, spitting out small bits of moss.

"Thank God you're alive!" Mabel exclaimed, hugging him tightly. Dipper sat up and rubbed his head, he had an awful headache," So… exactly what happened?"

Mabel looked up at the old dead tree, its missing branch like a scar, "Well… Uh, you tried getting to the top of that tree, see?" She said pointing, "It's because we're lost and you thought you could get higher ground to see our way out, but you fell and… And…and died" Mabel managed to choke out; she was still in shock. Rubbing his neck, Dipper looked quizzically at her, "And I'm alive how?"

"Well, there's this thing… it's in your book. It was weird, but it had to be done-"

"What was it?"

"Well, it was this thing-"

"Mabel, you're repeating yourself."

"It was a moss or something. I found it in a hidden cemetery and…and"

"Wait; moss, Cemetery?" Dipper was confused, he faintly remembered their trip, and he'd forgotten what he had done that whole day, but the thought of the cemetery seemed familiar.

"Remember? In your book there was this cemetery, but it wasn't a real one. There's this abandoned house and there were kids buried there and you wanted to find it for Lord knows why and we went hiking to find it and—"

Dipper took Mabel by the shoulders, "Calm. Down. You need to breathe; I kind of remember the hike and I remember falling and then there was a void." Dipper gingerly touched his neck, remembering the sound of the swift crack as he made contact with the earth, "But what was in the cemetery?"

"Well, I looked in your book; your book has everything to know about everything weird. And that's where it was. It was how to bring stuff back to life… Kind of like-"

"-Necromancy?"

"Yeah… and it said I had to use the moss that grew over children's graves… and, I found them. Well I must have because I found the old house and there were rocks piled up in the back." Mabel looked at Dipper with concern. There was one question that hung heavy in the air, and Dipper knew what it was, "I didn't have enough time to find out."

"What?"

"There's an afterlife. A lot of voices… kind of murmuring, but I was only there for a split second"

"But you were dead for a good ten minutes"

Dipper shrugged, "Than that must say something about the afterlife. Besides, I knew you were dying to find out" He said with a slight smile. Mabel hugged him again, smiling herself.

It was dark when they finally reached home; the two had left as soon as they could. Any allure the abandon house had once held was immediately lost. The Twins looked awful as they walked through the doors; Dipper looking even worse (considering what he had just gone through). Both were caked in mud and grime and decorated with small cuts.

"Whoa; what happened to you two? You looked like you tried wrestling a bear and lost" Mabel ignored Grunkle Stan's comment and walked past him, ascending the stairs, "I'm going to take a shower" Dipper could tell she was still in shock, "What's wrong with her?"

"Just exhausted, that's all"

Dipper got himself some water and sat at the table; it felt good to sit down, especially in an air-conditioned building, "So what happened?" Stan asked casually, taking a sip from his beer can.

"Oh, you know; the typical getting lost in the woods, typical muddy hell hole—"

"-What was that?"

"Nothing" Dipper quickly left the table, disappearing up the stairs. Sure, hell wasn't that bad of a word, it just never crossed Stan's mind to think Dipper would say that. He shrugged it off; he didn't really care, he knew he said hell when he was around twelve or thirteen.

Closing the door, Dipper fell onto his bed and kicked off his shoes; not caring that his sheets were getting dirty. He felt cranky; no, the word seemed to demeaning and childish. He felt ill-tempered and just plain ill. His neck throbbed as if he slept on it funny, he had an awful headache and his stomach swayed with nausea. What made it worse was the small murmuring that probed the back of his mind. He was scared to sleep, afraid that he might fall closer to the void. The one void he was almost enveloped in. But the hike and the strange events left him exhausted and he slowly drifted off to sleep; the soft voices like a lullaby.