Wendy Corduroy sat upon her usual position in the Mystery Shack in her usual way. Her muddy boots were propped up on the counter and her face was buried in the latest Indie Rock magazine. Wendy had not changed much in the last two years, she guessed she had went through the growing stage faster than most people. She still wore the same ensemble she has worn for all this time, she wasn't really much for the whole "new look" business, she was fine with just this.
Soos was near her sweeping the floor, a job once owned by Dipper. Soos had not changed much as well, the only real difference is that he was now sporting a full on beard, it just kinda happened and he decided to go with it. Soos bored with the quiet attempted to drum up conversation.
"What's up Wendy dude," he said.
"Nothing much Soos, nothing much," she responded.
Soos looked towards the stairs to the room where two young twelve-year olds once stayed. He gave a small smile as the image of the two appeared in his head.
"You know, I am always expecting Dipper and Mabel to come down those stairs any minute."
Unbeknownst to Soos, Wendy cringed at the mentioning of the twins, but quickly reigned it back so it would stay unnoticed. She never showed it, but she missed Dipper and Mabel greatly, she remembered when they left that they said they had no idea when they would be back. A notion that made her sad. During that one summer she had become very fond of them, Dipper with his fascination of mystery and adventure, and Mabel with her quirky personality and bountiful amounts of hand-made sweaters, and the fact that she might not see them in person for a while(the talked on the phone every now and then) hurt her.
"You and me both," she said in the calmest way she could.
Soos, his conversation need filled, went back to sweeping quietly. Wendy returned to her magazine.
A couple of minutes later the sound of the door opening could be heard.
"Bathrooms in the back," Wendy said, "It's the only reason people come here now a days," she said under he breath.
"Haha that's the kinda greeting you give after two years," A familiar voice said, but slightly deeper than usual.
Wendy raised her head from her magazine with a puzzled expression she looked to Soos, the man-child wearing the biggest smile she had ever seen. She then turned to the owner of the voice and gasped at who it was.
It was the fourteen year old form of Dipper Pines.