Dipper was running through the woods, dodging the trees and plants and trying to not stumble because of the wet dirt.
"Dipper, keep running, no matter what happens!" said the voice of Grunkle Ford. It came from far away behind the trees, from where he couldn't save him.
He felt like his legs were iron, but he he had to keep running, no matter what, keep running.
After some minutes passed Dipper simply couldn't run anymore. He fell into the soft dirt just as he heard a mysterious, echoed voice spell out a message letter by letter. What he heard was this strange, nonsense message: Edfnzdugv, wkdw lv krz olih jrhv odg, dqg L zloo vhfuhwob vdb Eohqglq lv dovr d frzdug, juhdw nhhshu!
Dipper suddenly felt something was watching him. He stood up and turned around. He saw someone or something behind the tall oak trees. He didn't even know what it was, but it reminded him of pain, suffering, sadness, depression, heartbreaks, nightmares, hate, death...
Death...
...
"Dipper, wake up! Look at the Goodbye sweater I made for Grunkle Stan! Do you think he's going to wear it?"
Dipper woke up. He opened his eyes a little bit and saw the biography of Julius Caesar he had been reading yesterday lying on his chest.
"C'mon Dipper, stop ignoring me! I know you are awake." Mabel said as the first letter of the pink and yellow Goodbye sweater for Grunkle Stan fell off.
"Oops, gotta sew that again."
