For Bryan:

Thank you for showing this world how to look past our "precious little lives," take on both "the world and the universe", deal with our own" infinite sadness," while "getting it together", only to deliver our "finest hour" when it really counts.

And most of all, thanks for teaching an old heartbroken fool how to believe again. (Sorry GF fans – this was years before the show aired) I can only hope this small tribute can, at least, slightly live up to your masterpiece.

Special thanks to SuperGroverAway, whom contributed several ideas towards these stories, as well as allowing me to borrow from their own excellent GF mythologies.

*BRING – RING – RING – RING!*

The halls of Gravity Falls High immediately flood as several synchronized bells ring, signaling the end of the current period. Six months have passed since the horrors of Weirdmaggedon were unleashed on the small community – the experience being nothing more now than a distant nightmare.

Numerous students gossip and plan out their day, for it marks an unique and somewhat rare occurrence. Once every four years, on the eve of February 29th, a rainbow coalition of meteors race out and illuminates the night skies of Gravity Falls. Dubbed "Fallers' Day" by the town's founders, the celebration serves as an expansion event to Valentine's Day, where couples that watch the lights together are said to be blessed – their bonds strengthen by the very cosmos themselves.

In truth, it is also rumored that such traditions were created due to the founders' forgetfulness of the former holiday, in an effort to appease their often-jilted companions.

As time moved on, Fallers' Day seemed to overtake Valentine's in popularity throughout Gravity Falls, just as Summerween had over Halloween.

The current spirit and vibe echoing through the modest High School was representative of such. An abundance of posters and literature were plastered throughout the halls, telling of countless viewing parties and get-togethers, where loved ones could witness the spectacle unfold. Mock meteorites ranging in every possible color were hung from the ceiling, rotating freely as the resident teenagers walked to and from their classes.

Far and between, one couldn't help but to find plentiful couples, all decorated in multi-colored outfits, presenting one another with differently-hued rose arrangements or brightly-ornamental candied treats, each asking variations of the same corny, yet traditional line:

"Do you want to come "fall" with me?"

"Let's "fall" together – just me and you…"

"Babe, it's "falling" time. What do you say?"

It seemed that everyone was enamored by the festivities; their hopes, dreams, and wishes brought to an absolute high by the ever-so-positive atmosphere of love and uniting…

…save for one particularly gloomy redhead.

Wendy Corduroy sulked out of her current class without a sense of enthusiasm. She looked into the distance, into the peaceful and budding groups plotting their nighttime activities, and let out a dejected sigh –how she loathed this day.

Wendy walked past her friends and classmates, all were too busy with their own lives to pay her any heed. It was this that made Fallers' Day the bane of her existence – not some misguided sense of petty jealousy, but the unshakable sense of being all alone during a day that was meant for merriment and rejoicing.

Granted, the ginger was never on the top tier of popularity, save for a week or two after the "now-unspeakable" calamity, where she was heralded to be one of the town's saviors. Even her family began to see the slacker-cashier in a new light. But as the world moved on, things eventually returned back to the way they used to be, bringing Wendy back to the always-boring status quo.

However, Fallers' Day had always been a somewhat sore subject to the lumberjack princess. Going back as far as she could remember, Wendy would feel left out, as if the world seemed to have her on constant ignore. Friends and family were too busy with their own agendas to even give her the slightest acknowledgment, with this year being no different from any of the others.

Even before she had left home, her father went on to work without bidding his eldest goodbye. Her three youngest brothers could care less about their sibling's feelings, each focusing on meeting up with their respective crushes in time for the evening's meteor shower.

"Yep," Wendy realized as her mood darkened, growing more downbeat with every step taken. "The same old same old…"

With her backpack thrown across her flannelled shoulder, Wendy turned the corner to see of her group conserving amongst themselves. Robbie and Tambry were nestled against a nearby locker, as they playfully giggled and flirted with each other. Across the hall, the boys, Nate, Lee, and even Thompson chatted it up with a flock of girls in hopes of not spending another Fallers' Day without dates.

And as was expected, not one of Wendy's tight-knit posse batted an eye as the downtrodden girl passed by. She paused for a second, and let out another sigh.

"Ugh! What is it with these guys? Is it really so hard to say "hi," or "how you doing," or some garbage like that? I know this Fallers' Day stuff means a lot to them, but it's my day, too…"

Tired of seeing all of the happy faces seemingly mocking her, Wendy decided to take a shortcut from the crowd into the school's gymnasium. She pushed the door open with her shoulder and took refuge on an extended bleacher seat. The empty arena offered the perfect solitude that she desperately craved. Fortunately, there was not a single reminder of the blasted holiday to be seen.

Wendy sunk back into her seat and looked back on her inner turmoil. As much as her "Fallers' Day Curse" fueled her depression, she wondered if it was a lack of excitement that added to her misery. The high-school recalled how her life was forever changed with her introduction to her employer's grand niece and nephew.

"Oh, yeah…" Wendy stared at the ceiling-lights as she smiled for the first time that day, "Those two dorks definitely changed everything…"

From their arrival in Gravity Falls, the Pines twins instantly shattered Wendy's oh-so-boring reality, throwing the unsuspecting lumberjane into a series of adventures that unveiled the many secrets of her sleepy mountain town, ranging from everything between ghosts, monsters, secret societies, and ending with a knock-out battle for the fate of the world.

"Is that's what's buggin' me?" Wendy pondered as she put her booted feet up on the closest step. "This place has become a total bummer since then. Heck, even Christmas with Mama Pines on the rampage was more thrilling than this. Maybe a little action can get me out of this funk…"

Life as a whole had unquestionably been brought to a standstill with the end of summer. Wendy's regular cashiering shifts at the Mystery Shack had been reduced to weekends only with the start of school. And even then, she was forced to multi-task between her studies and clerking duties instead of being paid to loaf off and take the usual catnap. Things were complicated further as the owners of the simple tourist trap, the Stan twins, were still off on their worldwide vacation, leaving leadership in the capacable hands of Soos and his now-live-in-girlfriend, Melody; both of which were wise to Wendy's often mischievous cravings.

But as her mind returned to the moment at hand, Wendy plucked the white and blue pine tree cap from on top of her luscious crown of auburn hair and held it in her hands. While she adored the wonderful wackiness and creativity that was Mabel Pines, her bond with the other Pines twin was poles apart.

She and Dipper had grown remarkably close throughout the course of the summer. Despite his age, the little brainiac had a sense of maturity beyond his years – something that many of her older friends lacked. At the same time, the boy retained a natural innocence – which Wendy used to her advantage when convincing him to join in her random escapades.

Within the last year, the easily-nerve-wrecked geek had charmed his way into her guarded heart, and became one of her best friends. The occasional doubt, argument, or heartbreak had eventually blossomed into a deep and near-invincible trust that served the duo well as they fought side by side for the sake of their loved ones at summer's end.

"Still," Wendy rotated the hat, viewing it from every which way, "I do feel kinda guilty for not keeping in closer touch…" Christmas with the Pines family in California had come and gone, and since then, she had spoken with or texted Dipper a handful of times. Wendy recalled how the pint-sized explorer attempted to instruct her how to set up a video-chat system between them, but her interest quickly faded as Dipper inadvertently went into full "techno-babble-mode."

Deep down, Wendy knew the reason why she chose to remain at a distance: the more that she became accustomed to her new extended family, the harder it was to say good-bye each passing time. While she hated to admit it, Wendy understood that nothing good lasted forever. Heaven only knew if the next farewell would be the last.

"It's not like it hasn't happened to me before," Wendy reflected back on her own personal tragedies. "But my hang-ups aside, the guys do deserve better; especially Dip…"

She glanced around the room, making sure that no one was near the gymnasium doors. The last thing the girl needed was a teacher catching her in the act. Wendy pulled her flip phone out of her blue jean pocket.

"Maybe hearing a friendly voice will cheer me up…" She opened the cell and went to dial out, already imagining the excited, high-pitched tone of her little admirer. "I'll bet he'll be so – "

Wendy stopped as a new alert flashed across her phone's screen:

"1 UNREAD MESSAGE: FROM DIPPER"

"Huh…" The adolescent found herself surprised, "Speak of the devil…" She clicked the center button to retrieve the note.

"What in the – "

A new message displayed on the tiny LCD panel:

"WENDY, PLEASE CALL ME BACK ASAP! SOMETHING STRANGE IS GOING ON…"

Her brow raised in confusion as Wendy re-read the note over and over, "Huh? I wonder what's up?" As she went to hit the re-dial button, a familiar voice echoed through the vacant gymnasium.

"Wendy? Wendy Corduroy? Is this where you've been hiding out?"

She turned around to see who was calling her, only to spin back with a huff and a groan. As embarrassment came forth, Wendy held a hand over her reddening face as the figure took a seat next to her.

"I just knew it was you!" The preppy-dressed boy let out a goofy laugh as he playfully slapped her back, "Then again, how many other redheaded lumberjack-themed gingers are there at this school?"

Without looking up in the slightest, Wendy moved her hand from her mouth to let out a half-mumbled greeting, "Hello, Eli…"

Delighted, he clapped his hands together in glee, "I just can't believe it! How long has it been?"

"Too long…" she grumbled under her breath, resulting in another hearty shove from her well-forgotten acquaintance.

"Oh, you kidder, you!" The teenager paused for a moment to adjust his well-coifed strawberry-blonde hair. He tossed his lavish neckerchief over his shoulder, making sure to press out the wrinkles in his fancy white sweater.

Growing more annoyed by the moment, Wendy wrapped her arms around her legs and curled into a tiny ball as her tormentor rattled onwards about his comings and goings:

"…yeah, while the fam moved back to town a few months ago. Imagine my surprise when folks said that you were still hanging these parts. Totally cray-cray, am I right?"

"Yep, it's cray-cray, all right…" Wendy replied, not acknowledging the pest at her side. With this random encounter, her day had gone from bad to worse.

"Still, everything seems so different from when you and I were…you know…"

"Tell me about it, buddy…" The clueless chatterbox had literally hit the nail on top of the head.

Eli Hall was one of Wendy's many beaus during her pre-teen years. The two had met in middle school, during a brief period where the freakishly tall tween found herself attracted to the brainy type. As an added bonus, his parents were well endowed, meaning that she was able to experience several aspects of life that couldn't have come from a family where nearly all of their possessions had been made by hand.

However, such came a terrible price; namely dealing with Eli himself. Wendy had mistaken his intellect for a bad case of "know-it-all-ism." The two couldn't have as much as a simple disagreement between them without having to compete with Eli's near-infinite drive to prove himself right. Even worse, his OCD-like tendencies acted up at the random times, preventing the duo from rough-housing or partaking in more rugged activities, much to Wendy's dismay.

Even at a young age, the gangly redhead knew how to weigh the "pros" versus the "cons," and for this, decided to cut her current boyfriend loose. Within the course of two weeks, the idea of the "dreamy brainiac" melted away, leaving Wendy with a whiny neat freak that looked like a mixture between a 1970s cartoon mystery solver and that dorky kid on the side of a burger stand's kid's meal.

Wendy shuddered as she gazed down at her phone, wondering if Dipper would have ended up down the same path if not for she and Mabel occasionally (and sometimes, fortuitously) taking him down a healthy peg or two. She would hate to see how too much ego and pride would ruin him, the same way it had Eli.

She clutched the phone tighter, thinking about how even in his absence, Dipper would be able to come to her rescue and help her out of another jam. As Eli went on with his one-sided conversation, Wendy stood up and held up her cell as the perfect excuse:

"Sorry, Eli," she forced a half-hearted apology. "But I really have to take this call. Nice catching up with ya. See you around…"

His face fell as Wendy started to walk back down the staircase, "Oh, okay then…"

Knowing that she couldn't be seen, a huge grin spread across Wendy's freckled face, knowing that the endless boredom was drawing to a close. "Finally!"

"But before you go…"

Wendy froze in mid-step as she bit her lip in frustration, "Crap!"

Eli looked down at the ground, as for the first time in their conversation, he shown signs of losing his arrogant edge. "Listen, I have this group of friends – you probably know them…" He scratched the side of his head, "Anyways, we're throwing this shindig later today; kinda like a celebration of sorts, and I was wondering if you'd – "

Wendy twirled around and decided to face the music. She chalked the peculiar invitation as a case of "being careful what you wish for." It would be better for everybody to end things end before any unwelcomed feelings could get wound up. "Look, Eli. I appreciate the offer, but considering how things ended between us, I think…that wouldn't be the best idea…"

"I…understand…" Eli simply stared back at her – a sense of disbelief and disappointment could be found in his eyes. But a split second later, he was back on his feet, hopping down the steps to meet Wendy back on her level, "One last thing…"

Eli reached behind his back, into his mounted backpack, returning a second later with a strange, blue-greenish plant. It looked like a spawn between a deranged rose and the withered tendril from a vineyard. Its brightly tinted petals at the top were aligned without any sensible rhyme or reason. The stem twisted and turned endlessly, tipping off with a messy tear at the very bottom.

The sight of the unique flower triggered Wendy's memories. She had seen something like this before, but from where?

The apologetic ex-boyfriend placed the oddity in Wendy's hands, "Here, I grew this for you. Flora study is kinda my thing this year…"

"Eli, I don't – "

He stepped away and held up his hands in innocence, "I know, I know! But let's say it's a sort of peace offering, huh?"

Wendy lowered her sights towards the bundle in her arms, finding herself mystified by what had just happened.

"Well, this thing has a face that only a mother could love, but still – at least someone remembered me today…"

Putting forth a gracious front, Wendy raised her head, "So, what do you call this thing - ?" Her green eyes widened in surprise as she noticed a startling change in Eli's expression. There was a sinister glint in his stare, where it had been repentant moments before. The yuppie's frown was now an intimidating smirk.

Strangest of all, Wendy had just noticed that Eli was donning a pair of worn-out yellow and orange work gloves, similar in nature to the ones she used at the Shack when Mr. Pines forced her to do actual chores.

"But why would he – "

Eli answered her question with a snoodish tone in his voice, "I call it – insurance!"

As if by perfect timing, the greenery in Wendy's hands became to twitch and move of its own accord. She exclaimed out loud in horror, "What?! What in the hell's going on?!"

Eli retained his cool as he studied his ex's struggles from a safe distance. "Fascinating…" he tapped an index finger against his cheek as he crossed his arms, "I knew the heat from human contact would activate it, but I never expected this. Truly fascinating, indeed…"

Wendy attempted to let go of the apparently-possessed gift, discovering that it was too late. The living vine squirmed about, wrapping around both of her wrists and pinning them together. Her cell phone slipped from her fingertips and crashed on the hardwood flooring.

"Hey!" The girl scrunched her face as she tried to break free. With lightning speed, the creeper traveled up Wendy's arms and across her shoulder blades, squeezing down on her skinny body like a boa constrictor. Before she knew it, her limbs were held tightly in place against her chest.

"Agh! Let – Let me outta of this thing, man!"

He sneered at her cries, "You should consider yourself lucky. I found this species by some depilated shed out in the woods. A true beau, I tell you! You don't know how many times I had to gene-splice this little baby to get it to stop growing razor sharp teeth?"

"I knew it!" Wendy thought. "That's what it reminded me of! It's just like that weird monster-weed Dipper found in the forest last year!"

As the strain bought Wendy down to her knees, her captor began to pace around as he openly gloated, "My, I have to say, Wendy, how disappointed I am with the way things turned out. But you should be happy – at long last, you were finally able to prove me wrong…"

Wendy stared up at Eli in bewilderment, "What are you babbling about?!"

"It's like I told you before, lady…" He walked about with his hands folded behind his back, "There's going to be a killer party tonight – and you're the guest of honor!"

"I'm the – what?!"

"It's true…" Eli knelt down to meet Wendy face-to-face. "I told the others that I would be able to get you to come to our little get-together on "pure charm alone…""

Wendy rolled her eyes and let out another groan.

"…but they insisted that I'd bring something to ensure your cooperation. And you know how much I hate being wrong…"

The startled teen couldn't believe what was unfolding before her eyes. What had happened to the dorky little weakling that used to follow her around like a lovesick puppy? Now, the same scrawny egghead had turned totally clichéd-super-villain in a snap.

Eli reached down and tugged on her now-secure bindings, bringing Wendy back onto her feet. "Now, let's get going. They'll be expecting us soon…"

To his astonishment, the terror from Wendy's face had vanished. Instead, she now sported a scheming smile.

"Oh, Eli…" Wendy said as she regained her balance, "There's just one tiny, little thing that you overlooked…"

"Really? And what's that – OOF!"

Wendy threw her knee deep into Eli's gut, making him wince over in agony. He gagged aloud while struggling to catch his breath.

"Never – ever count a Corduroy out!"

With her subjugator stunned, the resourceful heroine bolted towards the side door leading outside. Her usually sleet-footedness was hindered by the awkward positioning of her bound arms. Wendy looked behind her as she threw her shoulder against the exit.

"HA! Bet you didn't see that comin', did ya, smart-ass?!"

*CLUNG!*

"OWWW!"

The right side of Wendy's body throbbed as the exit refused to budge. She glanced down to see that the door handle had been chained shut with a padlock. With her hands tied and her tools tucked away in her knapsack, there was no way to pry it open.

"Actually, genius; I did…"

Wendy spun about on her heels to find that Eli was already heading in her direction. "Now, why don't you be a good girl and give up – " He dove face first at Wendy, whom promptly hurdled over the boy, delighting in watching him crash into the steel-reinforced door.

"Dude, this is getting sad…" Wendy sprinted up the bleachers, "I'm literally beating you with both arms tied behind my back!"

"But they're not – "

"You know what I mean!"

All of a sudden, Wendy felt a hand roughly seize her left ankle. It pulled her down, dragging her bump by bump back across the staircase.

"What's the matter, Wendy?" Eli asked as he continued to hold her boot in a death grip, "No witty comeback to be had?"

"That was always the problem with you, Eli…" Wendy cocked her head slightly to adjust her aim, "You were always so damn clingy!" She pulled her foot back and kicked him back down the steps. As Eli toppled downwards, the acrobatic warrior rolled off the bleachers and landed graciously on one knee in the enclosure between the foldable structure and the brick wall.

A shadow eclipsed Wendy as she stood back up. Eli was blocking the only clear passage.

"Gotcha now!"

Left without any other choice, the freckled-faced fighter started to back into the understructure of the bleachers. As Eli followed her into the gap, Wendy became distracted by the ever-growing menace, accidentally tripping over a lowly-placed horizontal beam.

She landed on her jeaned bottom as Eli made his way past the thin, steel rods. Wendy attempted to backpedal away from the danger until she was brought to a stop. When she fell, her right wader became wedged between one of the row locks stemming from a nearby stand.

"Are – Ugh! Are you friggin' kiddin' me?"

Without the use of her hands, Wendy could do nothing but shake her leg back and forth in hopes of prying it free. However, the oversized boot refused to budge in the slightest, leaving the disadvantaged adolescent trapped between the crevice. The awkward pressure prevented her foot from simply sliding out of its shoe.

"Great! Just great! What else?!"

*CLICK – CLICK!*

The ground beneath Wendy became to vibrate at an alarming rate. She looked towards her right to see that the wheels attached to the bottoms of the bleachers began to move on their own.

"Oh, You can't be serious?!"

Wendy soon her attention equally divided. The iron bars of the staircase began to collapse towards her direction as Eli was nearly on top of her. As the panicked cashier used her free leg to push off against her confinement, her pursuer abruptly paused. He saw Wendy's pained expression as she continued to struggle towards freedom, only to glance back at the incoming bleachers.

"Wendy?" The rage and insanity was gone from his voice as his eyes softened. "What's happening? Where –? Let me help – "

After spouting a jumble of words, Eli threw his head back, grabbed at his temples, and screamed out loud. Wendy watched as he pulled back in a second later, the sudden madness in full force as he sneered at her. He reached out for her with both arms, "There's no way out of this…"

"What's with this guy," she noted. "He's like going all-split-personality on me…"

Instead of giving up, Wendy shut her eyes firmly, gritted her teeth, and shoved against her trapped ankle with everything she had left.

"Come on! Please, come on!"

*POP!*

At long last, Wendy was able to slide her orange and red socked foot out of the still-lodged lumberjack boot. She rolled into a backwards-somersault just in the nick of time, leaving the dashing Eli with nothing in his hands besides a dirty, worn-out shoe.

"Huh?!"

Back on her feet, Wendy hopped over the last few subsiding hurdles, making it safely out to the other side of the brick wall. She turned to face Eli, who was barely making his own past the almost-closed bleacher.

"Okay," Wendy planned as she bent her knees and ducked down, "You're only going to get one shot to do this, so make it count…"

As soon as Eli made his way out of the bleachers' metallic maze, Wendy rushed towards him with an Amazonian roar. She threw her whole weight against the boy, sending him tumbling backwards as the staircase closed with a concluding *SNAP!*

The gymnasium grew quiet once more as the machinery died down. Eli went to lunge at Wendy as she backed towards the wall, stopping after an inch as he began to choke:

"ACK!"

With his left hand still clutching Wendy's vacant boot, he reached around his neck with his right and discovered the problem. "My dickie!" He heaved and jerked forward as his voice deepened, "My dickie's caught in the stairs!" No matter how much he squirmed, Eli couldn't remove the kerchief from around his collar.

Wendy leaned back against the wall and scoffed, "Dude, after everything you just did, you're lucky I don't hang you from it!"

With the danger diffused, the super-tall teenager tested her bonds again. Fortunately, the chase with Eli had taken its toll on the stubborn plant as Wendy could feel its death grip loosen. With one ultimate shrug of her shoulders, the vine cracked away from her arms, ending up in pieces around Wendy's feet.

"What in the hell's the matter with you, Eli?" Wendy approached her imprisoned ex without fear as she snatched her missing footwear out of his hand, "Gimme that!" dusted off the sole of her foot, and stepped back into her boot. "I knew you were all kinds of messed up, but that last bit with the bleachers?! You could have killed us both!"

Eli gave her a look of confusion, "What – What are you talking about? I didn't retract the staircase. I thought you did to try to escape!"

"Me?!" Wendy held a hand against her flannelled shirt, "Why would I even think of…"

As her mind spun, she found herself struck by a second case of déjà vu.

"Wait a sec – this happened before, but not to me…" Her memories flashed back to last summer's end, when Dipper was forced to endure a similar peril as he attempted to rescue her from a ghostly fate. As Wendy could have sworn to hear the sound of cackling laughter ringing in her eardrums, the familiar tone made every hair on the back of her neck stand upright. Her toes curled inside of their boots as she recalled every second of horrific torture.

Wendy searched the room before addressing Eli, "Please tell me that was you laughing?"

"What?! Now you're hearing things? There's no one else here but us! That was the whole point of this thing!"

"This doesn't make sense. He promised – Dipper won his little contest, so he can't come back…right?"

Finally fed up of all the madness happening around her, Wendy took a step back and swiped away the world surrounding her, "Okay, I'm done! I'm so done!" She pointed directly at the still-trapped Eli, "I don't know what your deal is, and I don't wanna know! So go back to whatever land of odd-balls you came from and tell them their party's cancelled!"

With a wave, Wendy walked towards her knapsack, which had fallen from the bleachers when they withdrew into the wall. Eli thrashed about to see where his former girlfriend was headed.

"Hang on a sec," he called out. "Where are you going?"

She pulled out a thin, yet warm brown jacket from her backpack, "Anywhere but here!" Her immediate thoughts wouldn't leave that of the demonic teacher, who played good cop/bad cop as she was held prisoner. "I'm making a break for it before anything else happens…"

"But – But you can't just leave me here…"

"I can," Wendy corrected, zipping her coat up, "And I will…" She walked towards the gym's entrance as she let out one last victory crack, "Have fun getting "your dickie" outta this one…"

As the heavy doors closed behind her, Wendy could hear Eli shout to the top of his lungs:

"This isn't over, Wendy! The others are coming! And they will find you!"

"Whatever, loser…"

Once outside, Wendy took a much-needed deep breath. The years spend in the Gravity Falls during its harsh winters had made her body appreciate such weather. As she started on the pathway home, she thought about what had just occurred.

"It's so freaky…" she pondered as her boots crunched the frozen leaves on the ground, "Eli just shows up after all these years and goes super-psycho on me. And at the same time, Dipper sends me that message…"

Wendy stopped, "Dipper! I totally forgot about him!" She patted about herself, only to come up empty-handed. "I can't believe it!" She slapped her forehead. "I must have lost my stupid cell during that mess with Eli…"

She turned back to see that an overcast now shadowed the entire Gravity Falls High campus. The ominous sight sent another shiver down her spine.

"…but there's no way I'm going back there tonight! Especially with "you-know-who" probably ticked off at me for cutting class for the rest of the day…"

Still, in spite of escaping all sources of danger, the threat Eli made lingered deep in Wendy's mind.

"Who were the others Eli was talking about? Was he making things up, or was something going on?" To Wendy, there were simply too many factors – too many coincidences to toss aside like nothing.

Arriving at the entrance to the Gravity Falls Woods, she paused for a second before taking an alternative route. Wendy figured that with everything going on, perhaps home wasn't the best place to head first. She knew that she needed to get someplace warm, had a phone so she could get a hold of Dipper, and remain out of sight for a bit.

"And I know the perfect place – my home away from home…"