He grumbled to himself as he wandered in the forest looking for spots to hang up the signs. The forest was rather ominous looking, some could say even sad. If it was than it was reflecting how he felt. Dipper was rather disappointed that yet again, no one believed in what he had to say.

He looked down to his pendant, wondering if they were even listening. Great now he thought some old trinket his parents had given him could somehow change his day. Man if only. Everything left a bitter taste in his mouth as he hung signs onto trees.

Why didn't he have the heart to throw the thing away? He placed his hand on the next tree, attempting to put a nail in it when a metallic sound hit his ears. A tree isn't...? He hit it again with his hammer. Okay yes this tree was definitively made out of metal.

A flash caught the back of his eyes, a man in a snowsuit placing a package within the ground.

Dipper grabbed his head and groaned. He better finish up what he was doing here and return back to the shack.

He brushed his hand on the tree, peeling of dust before finding the crack that would permit him to open up the hatch. Within seemed to be some old and broken device. Was it used for communications? He wasn't really sure. He looked around, making sure no one was there and fiddled with the switches, hoping that it could possibly trigger something. He heard the sound of a door opening and a goat screaming in fright. Okay something happened. He turned his head confused at the hole in the ground. Cobwebs and dust littered the interer design. Smack in the middle laid a large tome that had seemed to seen better days.

He wondered what exactly a book could be doing in the middle of the forest? He picked it, as well as dusted it off. A giant 3 laid smack int he middle of the red tome. He needed to investigate the right away.

Placing it down on the ground, he once again looked around hoping no one else was there and hurriedly investigated the contents of the book.

He couldn't say who the book belonged to, seeing as the name of the owner has either teared with time or been ripped out, on the next page laid a hand written note, at the top laid the date, June 18.

I can't believe it has been six years since I started studying the strange complex history of the Cryptics in the town of Gravity falls, Oregon.

He suddenly turned the page over. Many things were held within the book, mysterious phenomenon and history alike it seemed. The handwriting was in black, but there seemed to have been added notes in red.

'In gold we remember', we do not trust.

He closed the book without much further thought. "'In gold we remember', we do not trust?" He muttered to himself as he closed the book.

A peppy 'Hello!' from behind made him jump out of his skin, he fumbled with the book, clutching it to his chest scared he would lose it.

It seemed Mabel had found him in the forest, she had probably gotten worried as to why he had taken so long. She noticed to book and decided to playful inquire about it wondering if it was just some 'Nerd thing', while Dipper hastily supplied that it was nothing. Mabel mocked his nervous reply while she herself retorted, asking if he really wasn't going to show her, considering they told each other everything.

Dipper noted that the goat was back again, attempting to chomp down on his book. With that he decided that they would go somewhere private to talk about this.

As they made their way back though, one thought buzzed through Dipper's mind.

'In gold we remember' was somehow familiar.