"You can see me?" Mabel stood up, and Dipper gasped at the way she floated a little off the ground.
"Yes... what happened to you?"
"What happened to who?" Stan sat up with a frown. "Kid, you're talking to a wall."
"You don't see her?"
"Are we playing the pronoun game, dudes?"
"Mabel. Don't you see Mabel, Soos? Right there!"
Stan and Soos looked directly at Mabel, who straightened up and gave a little wave... and shook their heads.
"Look, kid. It's been a real hard day for you, and I think some stuff is getting to your head..."
Mabel shook her head. "No, no, no! Please, I'm not a hallucination, Dipper. Could a hallucination do... this?"
"What are you doing?"
"Thuthing my thung thu my elbow."
"Okay, I believe you!"
"Believe who, dude?"
Dipper turned to Soos and Stan. "Mabel is right over there, in that corner. I'm not crazy."
"Hi!"
"She says hi."
Stan blinked. "Really? Like some sorta ghost?"
"She is floating, so... yeah."
"Well... that's, that's not exactly great – this is awful and I have no idea what to tell your parents now – but Mabel!" He jumped out of the chair and somewhat awkwardly hugged the air in front of the wall. "Hot Belgian Waffles, I'm so glad you're here, pumpkin! Am I, am I hugging you?"
Dipper looked over. "Not... really."
After a moment, Grunkle Stan pulled away. "Well, this is getting weird. Soos, get the inflatable beds set up. I need to go call your folks again and explain... this."
After Soos laid out the beds he left, saying he had to go get dinner for everyone.
"Pancakes sound good, right dude?" He blinked. "Dudes. Sorry hambone!"
"No problem, Soos!"
"Mabel says it's okay."
He left Dipper and Mabel alone. At first Mabel was content to mess around with her newfound flying abilities, but then she noticed her brother staring at her. Really, openly staring at her.
"Hey, you're gonna catch a fly in that mouth!" Mabel floated over to poke his nose. "Boop!"
Dipper blinked. "Sorry, I just... you're flying."
"Isn't it cool? Look, I can do a backflip!"
"But aren't you worried about what this means? You can fly, you're invisible, you glow, and that can only mean-"
"I glow?"
"You were earlier, when you were..." He gestured to the corner. "Upset. But that's not the point. If you're like this, then that only means that during the battle you... you died. You actually died!"
Mabel watched in concern as her brother began pacing. After a moment she reached out and grabbed his shoulder. "Hey, bro bro! Cheer up, I'm still here. And I can fly! I always wanted to do that."
"But it's like only I can see you... and touch you, somehow." Dipper frowned at the odd observation, but brushed it aside. "And what are we going to do about our parents? They think you're dead – which may be true, but as in gone."
"Well..." Mabel shrugged helplessly. "I don't know what's gonna happen, but we've got each other. So we'll face this like we've faced everything else: together, right?"
After a moment, Dipper cracked a smile. "Yeah. Together."
"Now check out my backflip; you wish you could do something this cool!"
