As it turned out, Wendy had a whole building to herself.

Having nothing but brothers, it made sense, but also further intimidated Dipper.

The building had originally been a garage, which meant that there was only one room (minus a tiny bathroom in the corner), which meant that he and Wendy would be living in the SAME ROOM. Dipper was more than a little nervous.

It also didn't help that he now walked with crutches due to the burn on his leg. He thought it made him seem less able (even though it was partly true), and that's exactly what he didn't want.

Dipper sat in his sleeping bag on the floor at one in the morning, trying to keep his breathing steady while simultaneously running his fingers over his bandaged leg. He had just began to dose off when he heard Mabel's voice call out to him.

"Dipper?"

He sat up and turned to Mabel, who's sleeping back was positioned somewhat behind him.

"Yeah Mabel?"

"I had a nightmare."

Dipper unzipped his sleeping bag. "About what?"

"About what would've happened if we hadn't made it out."

Mabel took in a shrill breath that pierced Dipper's ears. He chewed on his lip, and, using his one good leg, began to scoot over to Mabel.

"But we made it out," he said as he put a comforting arm around her shoulder.

"I know," she whispered this time, then buried her face into Dippers chest. He put another arm around her.

"We're gonna be okay," he said softly.