"I don't think that's a good idea, Schmidt," Wells admits.

"Why not?"

Fox stand up. "It's not what Zemeckis ordered."

"Didn't he say that he wanted this story to get interesting?"

"I- he-" Fox stammers.

"Oh, c'mon, Schmidt," Wells sighs. "We all know what he meant."

I groan. How can they not understand this? "He wants something to come up- to test them!"

"But your idea... it's too far."

Fox puts his head in his hands. "Schmidt, we're all very tired. Why don't you let our democracy stand? You're the only one who likes this idea.

"For now." I stand up, not bothering to push in my chair, and leave Fox's office. So much for that idea- I'll have to figure something else out.

I have seen things I can't unsee.

I have heard things I can't forget.

This knowledge, this-

"Hey, Dipper! Whatcha writing?"

"Gah!" I shout, thrown off. I quickly close up the journal and fold it in my arms. "Nothing!" I say, but it comes out sounding high and fake. I try again. "I mean," I cough.

"Uh, I wasn't writing anything."

"Hah!" Mabel shouts. She waits, looking amused. "You lie like a baby cat!"

"That... doesn't even make any sense."

"Make sense, what what?" Mabel asks, in a fake British accent. "Who said anything about making sense?"

I sigh. "What do you want, Mabel."

She looks offended. "Want? Who also said anything about me wanting something? I mean, now that you bring it up, I might possibly really have to kind of get thisthing that I totally need, but I never said anything!"

"Alright, fine; what do you need?"

She holds out her thumb and pointer finger, rubbing them together. "Mohnaay!"

"What happened to your paycheck?" I ask. "Grunkle Stan just gave it to you yesterday."

Mabel looks around. "Hmm, I guess I just spent it all." She shrugs. "But C'mon, Dipper!" she says. "You can't possibly have a better thing to spend yours on."

"I do, too."

"Nope."

"Yeah, I really think that I do."

"Nuh-uh."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Ye-"

"Hey, dudes," Soos calls up the stairs. "I think you need to come check this out. It's, like, funny or something."

"COMING!" Mabel shouts, immediately running out.

"Just give me a minute," I say. When she's gone, I re-open the journal and pick up my pen.

-wisdom, it helps me to understand something.

After witnessing an army of gnomes, a fleet of living wax and one crazy old man, I know that Gravity Falls is not what it seems. This book says that I can't trust anyone, so I'm glad to have Soos and Mabel watching my back. But I can't itch the feeling that I'm missing something- someone- else who needs to know.

I pause for a minute, after thinking about what I just wrote. It's a strange feeling that has been creeping up on me recently, and I want to figure out who this person is. It's kind of like when you make a grocery list and can't think of one item that you need to get.

I shrug it off and go downstairs, to where Mabel and Soos are watching Tiger Fist. I sit on the floor halfheartedly in front of them. It's not long before I find myself drawn into the episode.

"The tiger was badly injured in the explosion, but we repaired him with a fist." The TV narrator says.

"Woohoo!" I shout. "Tiger's a hero!"

"Tiger Fist will return after these messages."

"Hey, look," Soos says. "It's that commercial I was telling you guys about."

A man's voice comes over the T.V. "Are you completely miserable?"

"Yes!" a guy in the ad says, energetically.

"Then you need to meet... Gideon."