Those warm days of summer past

When the wind breezed through the trees

And tousled our hair

The time we spent together, brother

Together under the sun

Together under the stars

Forever like this, we mortals thought

But now those warm days are gone

The wind still whistles and the light still shines

On mortals

But no longer do I feel them, brother

Empty under the sun

Empty under the stars

Forever like this, I now know

I will hold onto those warm summer memories,

I will hold onto them.

A flash of demon yellow and Mabel screamed, falling onto her knees. Her vision blurred and flicked between grey and colour, and her body burned with a fierce blue flame, incinerating her hair, her shoes, her sweater.

She crumpled up sideways into a foetal position, still screaming, and saw people running: Wendy, Stan, Dipper.

Why were they leaving her? Where were they going? Help!

Fighting the pain, the terror, the coldness, she stretched a hand out and grasped the dirt ground in front of her, pulling herself forward inch by inch. Blue flame still danced on her blistered skin.

They'd come so far. Mabel would not die here.

She reached out another hand to where her family had gone, and all of a sudden noticed the flames had disappeared. The world had returned to colour. The familiar voice of Bill was now the one screaming, screaming inside her head.

For a brief moment nothing happened, and then- darkness.

Mabel came to slowly, groaning and holding her head. "Whoa... Dipper, how long was I out?"

It was then she noticed she was lying in the epicentre of a massive explosion, alone.

"Where am I?" She jumped up and began... floating. "Haha, I can fly! But seriously, where am I?"

Mabel floated upwards, where she could see the beginning of a path which led into town. Which meant the thing that had been in the crater of the explosion was the Mystery Shack.

With a wince she recalled the excruciating few seconds where she saw her family running away. Were they safe? Where did they go? They were probably worried sick.

Mabel followed the path into town and stood on a quiet street, looking around. She could see Stan's car was parked up by Soos' grandmother's house.

"There you are!" Mabel floated up to the door, but when she tried to knock her hand passed through. "That's weird. Hey Dipper, Grunkle Stan, Soos, Mabel's coming through!"

She passed through the door and went into the living room, where Stan and Soos were sitting and watching the TV. "Hey, there you are! Mabel's back, did'ja miss me? Haha, of course you missed me! Where's Dipper?"

Stan and Soos didn't reply, their eyes fixed to the TV. Mabel noticed their moist eyes and lined faces.

"Hey, Grunkle Stan? Soos? Are you okay?" She reached out a hand to touch her Grunkle's shoulder, but it went right through. She watched with wide eyes as he shivered and shifted away.

Flying, walking through walls, being invisible. Mabel wasn't a paranormal expert, but she knew what that meant.

"No," Mabel shook her head vehemently. "No, no, no! I can't be dead! Guys, snap out of it! I'm right here!"

She desperately waved her hands at them, but they kept watching the TV. Those sad eyes grieving for a person right in front of them never met hers, and after a while she began to slow.

"I'm right here! I'm... I'm right... I'm..." Mabel retreated to a corner of the room and pulled her sweater over her head. "I'm... dead."

She sat there in the darkness, sobbing. News filtered in from the TV about an explosion, and magical creatures, but she didn't care. She was dead, and nobody could see her. Stan and Soos looked so broken, and there was nothing she could do about it.

"Mabel?" Dipper's voice startled her, and she looked up to see her twin brother.

He was staring right at her.