So I have just come back from camp, and decided to spend most of my time writing a fic for Father's Day, so this story will be put on hiatus for a while until I finish two chapters of my new fic. Hint: Pokémon. Thanks for understanding (if you do) and try to welcome this super-short chapter. Play Ball is actually coming to a close, so get ready!

Soos looked at the photograph. Times like these make him love cleaning Stan's room.

On it was a picture of a pitcher, throwing the ball toward the plate. The hitter owned a look of fear as he looked on.

In the background sat a bespectacled, freckled, frail child, cheering on.

Soos didn't know what to make of it. He somehow knew who the tiny kid was, and also knew who the pitcher was.

Woodrow Pytch, of course. He'd know that man anywhere. He died near the end of his career.

But then, who did he see earlier? A cosplayer? No, it definitely wasn't a cosplayer. It was too good.

So did he see Pytch himself? It seemed impossible, and for all he knew, it absolutely was.

It was perplexing to be sure. He would look further into this as time goes on. He has a lamp to dust now.

He felt a hard object bang against the side of his head. He turns.

"Bwopp-wop!" Mabel yells as she giggles from the look on Dipper's face.

"Mabel, stop it. I'm focusing." He snapped, as he returns back to think.

"Hehe. What about? Is it Wendy?" She implored.

"No!" He yells. "It's not! It's different!"

Mabel laughs as she skips out of the room, singing about Dipper's unflattering crush.

He sighed. When would be able to get rid of her?

Back to thinking.

What did Woodrow mean, "Will either save or destroy Gravity Falls."? Was there some kind of event that will be dependent on the future of the town? Why did he have to be involved? After all, he was just a lowly 13 year old.

So why him?