The first week was terrible. New environment, confusion of trying to explain everything, no Mabel…. Yeah, it definitely wasn't pleasant.

The second week was passable. He learned this and that about the facility and found a friend. Also, his act became top notch. He stopped mentioning Gravity Falls, lied that what he did was just an impulse. He was positive that he would get out soon.

It was the third week when that happened. The event that was about to make him doubt himself and reality for long weeks.

Dipper was sitting on the chair in the lobby, swinging his legs back and forth. His eyes were locked on some apparently fascinating crack in the floor.

"Have they said anything about getting me back home anytime soon? I don't think this place is doing me any good."

Mabel patted his back reassuringly.

"I'm sure it's gonna be fine, Mason." She leaned over, trying to catch a glimpse of his eyes, but he turned away.

"You know i don't like you calling me that." He murmured. "Why can't you call me Dipper, how you used to?"

"Bro-bro, what are you talking about?" She didn't seem so keen on giving up trying to make him look into her face. "I never called you that."

Dipper tried to calm down, as he felt anger rising up in him. He took a deep breath.

"Sorry. Forget i said anything."

He never thought he could just not want to see Mabel. When he first woke up in the hospital, all he wanted to do was to meet her. To explain what happened. But when he finally saw her, the first time in a week, he almost wanted to cry. There was something off about her. Dipper tried to explain, to make her understand that it wasn't him but Bill, but she didn't seem to have a clue about what he was talking about. It was as if someone erased all her memories of their adventures in Gravity Falls. What was even worse, she didn't even remember older things, like his nickname. He couldn't understand how or why and it pained him a lot.

"Hey, it'll be ok. I'm sure they'll let you out as fast as possible. You just need to get a bit better." It was apparent that she was trying to make her voice cheerful and reassuring, but her act wouldn't fool a four-year-old. "They just need to be sure that you won't... you know... h...hurt... i mean do that thing you did again."

Dipper took a big breath. It was fine. Everything would turn up fine, wouldn't it?

"I really just want to get out of here. This whole situation is scary and just… just inconvenient."

Even with her sudden lack of memory, Mabel was still his sister. She would always support him, right? Of course, she would, she loved him, didn't she? She cared, right...? It... it was her... right...?

He needed to be sure. With pounding heart but calm breath, he looked her sister in the eyes. And then he saw it. Exactly what he didn't want to see. Immediately he lowered his gaze again.

"Mason? Is there something wrong?" Even her voice changed now.

He couldn't do it. It wasn't in his head. He just knew it. Closing his eyes, Dipper felt so much anger running through him. How? How could they tell him that? How could they lie to him?

"Why? What did i do to you?" His voice was just a quiet whisper. "Why? Why did you come here?"

"Bor-bro? What… what are you saying?" She tried to grab his hand, tried to touch him. But he didn't want her touch right now.

"What am i saying?!" He slapped her hand away. Hard. "Like if you didn't know already. I asked why the hell are you here? What do you want from me? To taunt me? Laugh at me? Come on, do it, you stupid piece of shit. I'm not scared of you" He shouted, looking up to met her eyes again. And…

"I… i'm sorry, Mason. I'm sorry if i did anything wrong." She was crying. Her beautiful, brown eyes were full of tears. "I know it is hard for you. But i'm sure you will get better, righ…!"

"What is going on here? I heard someone shout." The nurse interrupted Mabel. They didn't even notice how or when she get there.

Dipper quickly lowered his, now teary, eyes. Why? How? He just couldn't understand. He knew what he saw. Still… she sounded so genuine. Her voice went back to normal too. Was that really possible? Possible, that it was all in his head? Or was Bill just playing with his head? Did he possess her just for that short moment? Dipper didn't know.

"Oh, it was nothing." He heard Mabel's shaky voice. It was obvious she was trying to hide her tears "We just had a little argument, didn't we?"

He knew her eyes were on him. She was waiting for an answer. Slowly, he nodded his head. He just wanted the nurse to be gone.

"About what?"

Why couldn't she just leave? It'd be fine if she just left. Dipper needed her gone.

"It was about the eyes, ok?" His voice was full of irritation "I saw… her eyes. They were like those eyes. But they no longer are." Please, go away. Please, just go. "I will talk about it with Dr. Codin later, ok?"

She wouldn't let him stay. He knew. The nurse took him back to his room and away from his sister. Before they left, she said that Mabel shouldn't worry, that her brother just had a mental episode. His sister tried to convince her to let Dipper stay, but miss Martha was relentless.

"Don't worry, sweetie, he'll be fine. He just needs a little rest."

"Please, don't explain to her about… about the eyes." Dipper pleaded on their way back to his room.

The nurse sighed, looking at Dipper with genuine pity.

"If you don't want to, i won't. But it'd make her less worried if she understood what you are going through, don't you think?"

Dipper closed his eyes. Maybe it would be best to tell her? He didn't want her to blame herself after all.

"Just… please, miss Martha, tell her that it wasn't her fault, ok?" He kept looking at the floor. These days seeing him not looking down was a rarity.

"Ok. ok. i'll tell her. And you try to cheer up. ok? I'm sure you'll feel a lot better after a talk with Dr. Codin. Though you need to wait for him to finish talking with your parents."

Dipper froze. He completely forgot. His parents came here to talk with his doctor. How… how much did he tell them? He didn't want his parents to be scared of him. He didn't want them to know what he did.

"Anyway, i'm gonna leave now, ok? Or is there anything you need?"

Dipper shook his head, though he knew he needed something. He didn't know what yet, but the idea was slowly forming in his mind.

He scattered the room with his eyes. What could he use? He usually borrowed blades from his roommate, but he wasn't there at the time. Slowly, trying to be as unsuspicious as possible, Dipper sat on his bed. In this area of the hospital, patients were allowed to have very little possessions, so the room was almost completely empty. Next to opposing walls, there were two hospital beds. Shelf for clothes was on the same wall as the door. There was an empty nightstand standing next to his roommate's bed. Well, he at least had something to put on it. Almost everything Dipper had was taken away while he transferred back here.

In this area there were also cameras in all the rooms, even bathroom. But for someone who was at least a little more than a newbie, all those obstacles were basically nothing. One just needed to be careful and not stain sheets with blood, and the staff wouldn't notice a thing. But before Dipper had any time to at least start preparing the tool he wanted to cut himself with that day, he heard someone yelling his name.

"Mason Pines, Mason Pines to the to nurse office immediately!"

He didn't want to go. Not at all. Every meeting with Dr. Codin was like a nightmare. Still, he didn't want to get in any trouble. Or, more accurate, he didn't want to get in more trouble. So with a tired expression on his face and lowered eyes, Dipper slowly left his room.