/"Mabel refused the truth."/
She was seeing him right in front of her, clear as day.
Sitting up in her bed, Waddles moving off of her, the little girl reached her hand out to touch the sweet, smiling face she saw before her. The boy grabbed her hand gently and smiled sweetly. Mabel felt tears in her eyes and Waddles nuzzled himself into her other arm. The boy took his hat off, his un-brushed brunette hair highlighted in the moonlight. He put the blue and white thing on his sister's head, playfully pulling it down over her eyes.
Mabel moved it up and as more tears threatened to fall she mouthed, "Dipper. . ."
/"She didn't want to believe it."/
She brought both of her hands to the boy's face. She found no words to speak, so instead she enveloped him in a hug. She didn't want to let him go.
"Hey, don't forget me, okay?"
Mabel's hold only tightened as her brother spoke. Her tears were falling into his shoulder as she cried silently. All she could do was shake her head in response.
Dipper smiled. "Good."
/"But that girl has to face facts."/
The boy started to fade away in her arms. Mabel hung on until the last second, gathering up every bit of his warmth before he was gone completely. But she still wanted more. She cried harder, grabbing into the air where the boy once was. "Don't leave. . .!" She whimpered. "I need you here!" But it was all in vain.
/"Dipper's gone now, Soos, and there's nothing she- Oh, Mabel."/
Stan stopped his tipsy ramblings to his employee and turned around from where he sat in his armchair, seeing the little brunette girl standing with her hands behind her back.
"Grunkle Stan?" She sniffled.
"What is it?"
From behind her back, Mabel pulled out her brother's hat. The same hat he left to her moments ago.
"I saw him again."