"Alright y'all, time to be seated!" Gideon called from the podium, so Mabel gently led Soos to the front. Wendy sat next to her, giving her a reassuring smile. She smiled back, then faced forwards.

Gideon cleared his throat, and began to speak. "Now, I'm sure y'all know we're gathered here today to celebrate the life of one Stanford Pines. He lived a long life here in Gravity Falls, surrounded by friends and family..."

He continued like that for a while, and Mabel – who found speeches difficult to concentrate on at the best of times – couldn't help but drift off. Her teachers called this disrespectful, but sometimes there was a patch of dead grass right in front of her feet, and how did that get there? Did somebody go overboard with the weed killer? No, that would have left a much bigger spot. Dead grass... weed killer... Idiot, why wasn't she paying attention to Stan's funeral?

She sat bolt upright, glancing around to see if anyone had noticed. No, they were all decent people... even Dipper. Dipper, who was sitting in his own row at the back, staring straight ahead with a scowl.

"-Mabel Pines!" Her attention was drawn to the front at the mention of her name; time to do her eulogy, most likely. With all eyes on her she stood up, fished out her crumpled piece of paper, took a deep breath and walked to the podium.

"Thank you, Gideon, for that wonderful opening speech." Hopefully that wasn't a lie. "Uh, hello! I'm Mabel, Grunkle Stan's great niece, for anyone who doesn't know me."

She folded out her eulogy, and with shaking hands placed it on the stand. "My Grunkle Stan was one of the most amazing people I have ever met, and probably ever will. I saw him in person only three times – once for a whole summer in Gravity Falls, then for a day down in Piedmont and another in Las Vegas - but let me tell you, every one of those were memorable. I mean seriously, I'd love to tell you guys about seeing the dancing fountains and, ahem, winning some card games, but you know what they say: what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas!"

That got a few laughs. "But seriously, even though we didn't see each other a whole lot, we kept in touch with letters, a whole load of them! One a week, ever since we first stayed at his home ten years ago. I'd always be really happy to see them; I, I had some tough times in school, b-but..." Mabel stopped, too choked to continue. She looked to the crowd for support; Wendy and Soos gave her teary smiles and thumbs up, and Dipper-

Where was Dipper? Just out of the corner of her eye, she saw a figure leaving in the direction of the cars. Did he seriously just leave Grunkle Stan's funeral?

Next to Mabel Gideon cleared his throat, spurring her back into her speech. "but a letter from the greatest uncle in the world was never not enough to cheer me up. He had that way with words, which was probably why he was able to run such a successful business for thirty years before lea- before being kicked out." She snatched her paper off the podium and buried it back in her pocket as a nearby car roared into life. "All in all, my great uncle was a very special person. Grunkle Stan, I hope wherever you are, you're with people who can appreciate that. Thank you."

The clapping as she marched to her seat was all but drowned out by the furious roaring in her ears. She kept sneaking glances back to Dipper's empty seat as Gideon began to speak.

"Thank you very much for that wonderful speech, Mabel. So emotional, I was almost getting a bit choked up myself..."

It was okay. Calm down. Dipper was a certified jerk, but she couldn't let it ruin the funeral. Take deep breaths-

"And now from Stanford's beloved grand nephew, Dipper!" A pause. "Dipper? Huh, I guess he wasn't so beloved after all."

Mabel jumped up. "He's running late. I'm going to go get him; you keep going with the ceremony, Gideon." A pause. "And by the way, his name's Stanley."

She strode to the road, and – seeing Dipper's car already gone – broke into a white van with Gideon's face plastered onto the side and hotwired it. Once it was up and guttering, she slammed the door, stomped the accelerator and roared off.

This was a bad idea, one little part of Mabel's mind that wasn't seeing red thought. This wasn't going to end well for either of them. But damn it, she didn't care. She'd tried to be nice. She'd tried not to blame him. But walking out on Stan's funeral was the last straw.

"Hey, moron!" Mabel let loose at a car going at the speed limit. "Time to use that thing called an accelerator!"

Then she swerved around him and barrelled down a side path with the sign 'Private – Keep Out'. She pulled up right against the ex-Mystery Shack, and left the engine running while she made for the gift shop.

Dipper was sitting at his desk, reading something. He jumped out of his skin when his sister threw the door open.

"Mabel!" He wiped his eyes and quickly stashed the paper in a side drawer. "The funeral isn't over, is it?"

Mabel shook her head. "No, it's not over. You left right in the middle of it."

"Mabel, you didn't have to come get me!" He stood up, reddening. "I just-"

"Just what, Dipper? You didn't want to deal with Grunkle Stan? Just wanted to hole yourself up here and enjoy his house?"

"...Wait, what?"

"I've tried to be nice, okay? I came here, all happy to see you, trying to be friends again. But you know what, I think I'm done! This is all on you, Dipper!"

"On me?" He frowned. "You were the one who stopped talking to-"

"Shut the fuck up!" Mabel snapped, and his mouth clamped shut. "You were the one who didn't talk to me, okay. You were the one who left Grunkle Stan's funeral. Heck, you and Ford are the reason he's dead in the first place!"

Dipper paled. "Wh-what?"

"If you hadn't taken that apprenticeship, none of this would have happened! This is your fault!"

"Stop saying that!"

"No, I won't!"

He covered his ears, squeezing his eyes shut. "Please, stop it, Mabel..."

And Mabel did stop, for a second. She took a deep breath and continued in a more level tone. "Okay, fine. You want me to stop? I'll stop. I'll go get my bags, rent a room for tonight, get on the bus and never bother you again, if that's what you want." She stepped closer. "But you gotta say it to me, Dipper."

He looked up. "What?"

"You invited me to Gravity Falls. You invited me to stay at this house. I can't help but think that just maybe, you also wanted to be friends again." Her face hardened. "Tell me that's not true. Tell me you want me to leave, and we can both just move on with our lives."

"I'm not going to do that!"

"Yes or no, Dipper!"

"I don't want to..." He backed off. "I'm going to my lab."

She grabbed his arm. "Oh, no you're not!"

"Let me go!"

"You're not running away this time, okay? Yes or no?"

"Stop it, Mabel!"

"Just give me an answer!"

"No!" Dipper shoved his sister, and she stumbled back, arms flailing, and smashed her head onto the glass orb containing the Rift. The last thing she saw was her brother's horrified face staring down at her amid falling shards of glass... and everything faded to black.