Dipper lay on his bed, thinking. He had been doing this very often after that crazy night at the Northwest's mansion. But what he thought about most confused even himself. Why did she keep crossing his mind? Why couldn't he stop thinking about her? These questions flowed in and out of his mind. Dipper continuously tried to think about other things, and eventually succeeded. However something would always bring that one name, that one face, that one voice back into his mind. Pacifica Northwest.