Okaaayyyy, how long has it been? Forever? Got lots and lots of e-mails from people who wanted this story to continue. No worries, all of my stories will be updated within these 3 weeks!

Meanwhile, enjoy while it last.

It's two weeks before entering summer, things began to subside down again. Mabel slowly adjusted herself again and everyone was relieved. Stan began to ask her to work at the gifts shop during weekends, Wendy hung out more with her, even joining her in forest adventure, sometimes even with Pacifica. Things began back to normal. But what worried everyone was Mabel's unpredictable change of attitude.

Sometimes, she will be a cheerful, happy Mabel, doing 'Mabel-ly' things like knitting and glittering stuffs. But, it'll come there was a time where she will be back to her gloomy self where she tends to be alone, cranky at everyone and she tends to cry whenever she was alone. But that's not the only thing that they noticed. Mabel also had been stuck with Dipper's Blue Journal since she found it. She's been reading it like her life depended on it and she would barked at anyone who tried to take it away from her.

Seeing Mabel like this made everyone worried, especially Wendy. She had looked after Mabel for the past 3 weeks since she arrived, and she had literally been nicknamed by her friends 'Mabel's mother'. It's not that Wendy mind the nickname, but she was far more concern of Mabel's sudden refusal to eat and sleep. This reminded her of Dipper who would do the same thing. But this is Mabel, and Mabel wouldn't acted like this. So, Wendy would asked Pacifica to look after her at school and making sure that Mabel would eat her lunch even just a bite.

Even with Pacifica's agreement in keeping an eye out on Mabel, she was worried that Mabel would do something out of her expectations…

…and that's what exactly what Mabel did.

For Mabel, school wasn't the best place for her to be active. She wasn't that kind of cheerful, boy-crazy girl that people used to know. She tends to be alone during recess, and she would read Dipper's Blue Journal just for the heck of it. But she was stuck on this one particular page that intrigued her so much. A page which explained about Gate to the Afterlife.

"Hey Mabel!" A voice jolted her from her reading trance. Mabel looked up from the Blue Journal she was reading and immediately shut it.

"Oh hey Paz." She let out a soft smile. "What's up?"

Pacifica took a seat beside her. "I was looking for you at the cafeteria. Thought you would be here. Have you eaten yet?" Pacifica asked her.

"No. Don't feel like it." Mabel continued to read the Journal. She had been avoiding eating for the last few days and this had made everybody worried. Pacifica also noticed that since she had found that Journal, she didn't even let it go for a second. It was just like Dipper all over again, which freaked her out sometimes.

"You need to eat Mabes." Pacifica pulled something out from her bag. "I brought Stanwiches." She waved the sandwiches she got from Wendy before they took off from the Shack. She had given Pacifica the sandwiches and told her that 'whatever happens, make her bite it, even a little'.

"Pass." Mabel said, not looking up from the Journal. "You go ahead, enjoy it."

"Okay, Mabel. You're freaking me out now. Hell, it's not just me, you're freaking everyone out!" Pacifica snapped. "Look, if there's something going on in your head, you can tell me."

Mabel lifted her head, glared her for a while, then she went back to her Journal.

"Mabel, come on sis. You're acting like Dipper…" Pacifica trailed off when she saw her fiery glare. Pacifica felt a lump on her throat when she realized she nearly crossed that line. The last time she saw someone mentioned about Dipper, that person was punched in the face.

"I'm sorry." Pacifica apologized. Mabel gazed at her for a while and looked away, still on the Journal.

"Mabel, please. Just a bite. You didn't eat anything since last few days and you made Wendy and Stan and I worried." Pacifica pleaded. She handed out the sandwiches to her, hoping that she would take it. "Just a bite, do it for me." She said, hopeful.

Mabel stared at the sandwiches that Pacifica was holding on to her. She let out a heavy sigh, shut the Journal and took the sandwiches. Pacifica beamed when Mabel took it. Amusingly, Mabel quickly tear the plastic wrapping on the sandwiches and took a large bite. Pacifica smiled seeing her eat like that. For a moment, both of them were sitting there silently as Mabel eating the sandwiches and Pacifica was thinking to say something.

"Any interesting stuff in that Journal?" She pointed out to the Journal on her lap. She was curious on why suddenly Mabel would be so interested in that freaky Journal which only Dipper would be delved into it so much. Pacifica also noticed her eye bags were quite dark, but she didn't mentioned it to her.

"None of your concern." Mabel coldly replied. Pacifica was quite taken aback when she heard this.

"Mabel…"

"So, any plans after school?" Mabel immediately change topic, making Pacifica grimaced, but she was quite happy that her sweater friend decided to make a conversations.

"Well," Pacifica thought for a while. "I'm going to have a group discussion with some of my friends after school." She said.

Mabel tilted her head. "Oh, okay. I can just walked back home." Mabel said nonchalantly.

"No, no, no. I want you to join us." Pacifica said. "And it's not with… 'them'." Pacifica quickly added, just to make sure Mabel got the right intention. Ever since her feud with Tiffany, Mabel had made everyone clear that she didn't liked to be messed around.

Mabel thought for a while and asked her. "Are you guys going to discuss about Ms. Henderson's science project that we're supposed to be doing before summer break?"

Pacifica nodded. "Yup. Glad you remembered. You're one of our group member and we still haven't done anything yet."

Mabel took another bite of her sandwiches. "Well, I was thinking about something too. Ms. Henderson told us that this project wants us to prove 5 soils have different structures and components, I can provide those soils, Grunkle Ford do keep weird soils compose in his lab." Mabel said, giving Pacifica some hope. Their group hadn't started any discussion about this project, yet somehow Mabel had volunteered to find the soils for them.

"Mabel, that's great! Now we're one step ahead." Pacifica said cheerfully, making Mabel chuckled. "Relax, we have to tell the others." Mabel took another bite of the sandwiches. "After I finish this sandwiches."

The school's bell rang and everyone started to leave the school like crazy. Only a handful of students and teachers were still in school, either detention, extra-curricular or just hanging out until evening came. Pacifica and Mabel walked into the science lab where their group was already waiting.

"Mabel's in da house!" Mabel beamed up to them, making Pacifica stunned for a second. It's not that Mabel's Mabel-ness freaked her out, but her unpredictable change of attitude made her worried and concern. Sometimes, she would be Mabel, and sometimes, she would be un-Mabel. Wendy and Stan noticed this too, but they held out just to make sure that she was totally fine.

"Mabel!" The group cheered.

"Glad you could come sista." Said Ian, one of the group member and also their classmate.

"Yeah! I almost totally forgot that we have this dumb science project thingy." Mabel snorted as she took a seat beside Pacifica.

"You said it, but what else can we do? This project cost us 40% of our grade." Lily, another group member and one of Mabel's friend said.

"Okay, now, since we're all here," Pacifica interjected. "Mabel had told me that she would be volunteering to find the soils for us." Pacifica patted gently on Mabel's back.

"Yup! My Grunkle Ford is a scientist, so it shouldn't be too hard for me to find some soily stuffs in his lab." Mabel told them.

"Okay then, now that's settled, let's talk about the schedule to make-"

Suddenly the lab door swung open with full force, making everyone jumped a little bit. They all turned around to see Brian, a school jock and also Tiffany's boyfriend standing at the door. Pacifica immediately burrowed as she knew this was all about Tiffany and Mabel's incident last two weeks. She jumped from her seat and went to him.

"Brian, I thought we'd settled about this." Pacifica exclaimed.

"You stay away from this Northwest!" Brian scowled. "She messed up my girl's face and that freak friend of yours hasn't even apologized yet!"

"She didn't have to apologize anything!" Pacifica retorted. "Tiff started all it, and Mabel ended it! She was the one who couldn't keep her mouth shut!"

Brian didn't care what Pacifica had said, she pushed her aside and confronted Mabel, who surprisingly calmed and relax. Mabel smiled when she saw the most popular school jock came over to see her.

"Hey Brian!" Mabel cheerfully said. "What brings you here?" Mabel asked, sincerely.

"You punched Tiffany's face." Brian said.

Mabel nervously chuckled. "Yeah, I was kinda bumped by that. I was meaning to apologize to her, but she wasn't around, so…."

"So, I'm you're gonna give it back." Without warning, Brian slapped Mabel so hard, she fell from her chair. "That's for Tiffany." Brian laughed.

Before Pacifica could helped her, Mabel slowly stood up, without any whimpering or cry, which surprised everyone. She rubbed her cheek, which was now red swollen and glared at Brian. "You know Brian, you're not such a gentleman for hitting a girl."

Brian was taken aback not just by her words, but also by her reaction after she'd been hit. She took the slap like it was nothing. He smirked. "Yeah, what you gonna do? Asked for your dead bro for help?"

"Uh-oh…" Pacifica and others murmured. They all knew what's coming, and slowly backed away from Mabel and Brian.

"You should be grateful that I only just slapped you, but if he's here, I'll beat the shit out of him too." Brian said, not noticing that Mabel's fists had clenched. Her eyes made a death glare and her heart was fiery.

"That's a warning, if I heard that you messed with Tiff again, you'll be dead." Brian then turned away to left the room, but suddenly he was pushed to the wall. He turned around and saw Mabel walking towards her. She shoved her arm to his throat, pressing against it. Brian suddenly couldn't breathe and he was suffocating. He was being choked.

"Listen to me you shit," Mabel snapped. "You take that back what you said about Dipper." She pressured her arm to his throat more. "You can slap me, punch me, do me, but if you ever said anything, I mean, ANYTHING, about my brother," Mabel was now nose-to-nose with Brian. "I'll rip you fucking throat out."

"Mabel, stop it!" Pacifica begged Mabel to release Brian, which she noticed that his face was turning purple. Mabel seemed as she was being possessed, didn't heard a word from her best friend.

"Mabel!" Pacifica tried to pull her away, but she won't budged.

"You promised Dipper!" That made Mabel snapped out her trance. She immediately noticed that Brian was just a second before passing out. She released him, making Brian fell onto the ground. She slowly stepped back from Brian's body and stared in horror. Her eyes began to well with tears, realizing what she had done.

Looking around her, Mabel saw Pacifica and others shot a gaze on her. She was speechless. She had killed Brian. She looked back to Brian, but his body didn't move. Ian ran over to Brian's body to check for pulse. Putting his two fingers on Brian's neck, he felt a pulse, and he could feel Brian's slow breathing.

"He'll lived." Brian breathe a sigh of relief.

"Mabel," Pacifica slowly put her hand on Mabel's shoulder, but she brushed her hand off and ran out of the lab. Pacifica called out for her, but she was already far away. She turned to Ian and the others and instructed them to take care of Brian. Pacifica then began to go outside to look for Mabel.

"Mabel?" Pacifica called her name across the hall while looking around. She swore that she saw her ran across the hallway and instantly vanished from sight. She took a left which led to outside, and immediately hear a sobbing sound. She then saw Mabel was sitting behind the tree where she usually sat. Slowly, Pacifica crept behind her and saw that she was in fetal position, her head was buried in her knees but her sweater wasn't pulled up to her head.

Oh no. This was worse than Sweatertown. Pacifica had once dealt with Mabel's Sweatertown situation, but this is something that might had traumatized her. If Wendy knew about this… No, she needed to calm Mabel down first.

"Hey Mabel?" Pacifica called, but she didn't answer. She was still sobbing and whimpering. Pacifica grimaced. Sitting down beside her, she tried to talk to her senses.

"Mabel, it's not your fault." Pacifica started.

"DON'T!" Mabel yelled in anger. "Don't say that word!"

"But it's true, it's not your-"

"I killed him, Paz!" Mabel lifted her head and faced Pacifica. "I killed Brian!" She said frantically. Her eyes were streaming with tears and her breathing was short every second. Pacifica noticed that she was on the verge of panic attack. Pacifica immediately pulled her into an embracing hug.

"Mabel, pull yourself together." She said, rubbing her back in an attempt to calm her down. "He's still alive. You didn't kill anyone." Pacifica pulled her away and stared directly into her eyes. "You did not kill Brian."

Mabel stared back with tears streaming down her eyes, trying to process what Pacifica had told her. She didn't kill Brian? But she saw his body limping away to the floor.

"Calm down. Ian checked on him. He's still breathing." Pacifica reassured her. Mabel looked away from her.

"I wanna go home." Mabel said, not looking at her best friend. Pacifica nodded and helped her up.

"Are you okay?" Pacifica asked, seeing Mabel trying hard to stand still. She grabbed her arm when Mabel nearly tripped.

"I'm fine." Mabel responded, pulling her arm away from Pacifica's hand. She felt dizzy and her head was throbbing all of a sudden. But she held out. She tried to walk but the second she took the third steps, she fell flat onto the hard, cold pavement ground. Her vision faded to black.

"Wendy! Another busload of tourists is coming. Jack up the prices!" Stan ordered her when the he saw a bus is heading right up to the Mystery Shack.

Wendy put away the broomstick she was using aside, pulled out a sharpie from her pocket and went to every price tags and added two zeros. This is the usual MO at the gifts shops; tourists come, jack up the prices, make dumb-believable story for every fake merchandise, and they eventually buy it.

"Annnddd done!" Wendy yelled out from across the room.

"Good! Now, I'm going to make a tour, while you ready to man the register." Stan fixed his fez, picked up his eyepatch on the counter and went outside to welcome the tourists. Wendy went back to the register and plopped down on the stool. She opened her magazine while waiting for the tourist to come. But, she wasn't paying attention to what she'd she read, instead, she was thinking about Mabel's behavior for the past weeks. Surely she had went back to her old self again, but she had a new habit, not just new, but a really freaky one. She stayed up late every night and read that blue journal. She acted like Dipper, but worse. Mabel would scowled and became aggressive when Wendy tried to pull the journal way from her clutches. She slowly became a little bit paranoid like his brother. Even Stan noticed this. He even tried to talk to her about not being too attached to that Journal, but Mabel ignored him.

Wendy groaned silently. What was in that damn Journal that Mabel was so keen about? She mentally asked. She needed to know what did Dipper wrote that made Mabel so attached to it. Wendy then felt her phone in her pocket vibrated. She pulled it out to see Pacifica was calling her. She answered it hastily.

"Wendy! Come quick! Mabel's unconscious." Pacifica yelled out without giving Wendy a chance to say 'hello'.

"W-what!?" Wendy exclaimed in disbelief. She jumped out from her stool. "Wh-where is she!?"

"We're still at the school. P-please come quick. I think she's hurt or something." Pacifica choked up.

"Just, stay there! I'll be there soon." Wendy immediately hung up. She frantically abandoned the register and went upstairs for her truck key. She then went back downstairs and accidentally bumping into Soos who was getting a Pitt Cola from the fridge in the kitchen.

"Soos! Can you man the register for me?" Wendy asked him frantically.

"Uuuhh, sure dude. Where're you going?" Soos asked back.

"I need to get Mabel. Paz just called me. She was unconscious or something."

"Is she okay? Does Mr. Pines know about this?" Soos asked, worryingly.

"Not yet, and I intend for this to not getting him knowing yet. Can you keep this to yourself first?"

"Yeah, sure hambone. Just bring Mabel back soon, okay?"

Wendy nodded. "Just make sure you're at the register!" She voiced out while heading out from the Shack to her truck. She started the truck and sped away to the school.

"What happened, Pacifica?" Ian asked Pacifica who was sitting beside Mabel's bed. Pacifica had screamed bloody murder after seeing Mabel fell flat onto the pavement. Luckily for her, Ian and the gang was in the hallway near the exit when they heard her screaming. They immediately picked up Mabel and brought her to the school infirmary. Fortunately for them, there was still an on-duty nurse that was attending

"I-I don't know. She suddenly fall when she tried to walk." Pacifica said while putting her back of her hand on Mabel's sweaty forehead. It was hot. "I think she had a fever." She also noticed Mabel breathe heavily. She was grunting and moaning in pain.

"Yup." Said Joy, the school nurse. "98 degree. She's definitely going there." She went to the cabinet and took some pill. She then went over and fill up a glass of water and went back to Mabel's bed.

"Pacifica, can you get her sit up? She needs to take this pill." Nurse Joy said. Pacifica nodded and she lifted Mabel up so she sat.

"Hurt…" Mabel groaned weakly in pain.

"Where does it hurt?" Pacifica asked.

"Head… it's… pounding… so bad." Mabel let out tears of pain as she spoke.

"Listen Mabel, Nurse Joy here need you to take this pill. You're having a fever." Pacifica said as Nurse Joy put the pill onto Mabel's mouth. Mabel turned her head sideways, avoiding the pill.

"Mabel please, take this." Pacifica pleaded.

"No!" Mabel protested.

Pacifica groaned in frustration. "Mabel, if you don't take it, I swear that I'll shove this pull down your throat!" She snapped, not taking any crap from Mabel anymore. Pacifica gestured her hand at Nurse Joy so handed out the pill to her. Pacifica took it and without hesitation, shoved it into Mabel's mouth. Mabel struggled a little bit, but she swallowed it when she saw Pacifica's stern glare. She knew she didn't want to step on her bad side.

"See? It's not that hard." Pacifica said as she helped her chugged some water from the glass. After that, she helped Mabel laid back on the bed and tucked her neatly. She then went over across the room where Brian was lying.

"So, how is he?" Pacifica asked Nurse Joy.

"Him? Well, he's lucky he didn't die. He almost had an asphyxiation from that choking. Who did that to him?" Nurse Joy asked.

Ian chuckled nervously. "Well, Nurse Joy, you're looking at her." He pointed out to Mabel. Nurse Joy's eyes widened, surprised by the revelation.

"I suppose Brian had ticked her off?" Nurse Joy asked, raising a brow.

"Yeah, he…" Lily interjected, but was hesitant when she looked at Mabel, it seemed that she was asleep, but was afraid if she eavesdropped what they're discussing now.

"He said something bad about Mabel's brother." Pacifica continued for her.

"Oh, what about him." Nurse Joy asked, curiously.

"He's dead." Pacifica said, monotonously.

"Oh." That's the only word Nurse Joy can muttered out. Then, the door suddenly flung opened and Wendy stepped in. She was panting and her face was pale. She saw Mabel on the bed and immediately ran to her.

"Wendy, she's fine. She just having a fever." Pacifica told her as she went over her.

"I told you to not to stay up late with that stupid book." Wendy's voice cracked. She stroked Mabel's hair gently. Mabel opened her eyes half-lidded, noticing that her short hair was stroked by an unknown hand. She turned her head sideways and saw Wendy.

Mabel let out a faint smile. "Hey Wen-Wen." She said, weakly. "You look terrible."

Wendy couldn't help but chuckled. "You worried me. Of course I look terrible."

"Sorry…" Mabel said somberly.

"Let's get you home first." Wendy said, wiping her teary eyes.

"Can you walk?" Wendy asked Mabel before who was sitting at the passenger seat. They had finally arrived at the Shack, but Mabel was still struggling to walk as her fever kicked in badly. She had to be carried by both Pacifica and Wendy when they left the school.

"Yeah, I can walk." She slowly put her left feet down from the truck and stepped on the ground. She tried to stand still, but she failed. She nearly fell and Pacifica caught her.

"You can't walk Mabel, admit it." Pacifica said sternly. Mabel shot a glare to her, but Pacifica glared back sharply. "Not taking any of your crap Mabel. You're sick, and don't act like you're not."

"Whatever." Mabel rolled her eyes. Pacifica took her left arm and put it around her neck. She then carried her all the way to the front door of the Shack. Wendy hurried over to open the door. Pacifica then continued to carry her upstairs. During all this, Mabel was struggling to let go from Pacifica's clutches, but the blonde girl surely gave her a stern glare every time Mabel fought. Wendy smiled a little bit seeing these. It was the first time she saw Pacifica became so helpful and so concern of her friend; her only true friend. So, maybe that's why she refused any help that Wendy could offered her in carrying Mabel.

"Wendy, can you go get some fleece blanket?" Pacifica asked Wendy as they ascended the stairs.

"Sure. I'll be right back." Wendy then went back downstairs. Pacifica then continued to help Mabel climbed the stairs. As they reached the last step, Mabel began to protest.

"Paz, stop treating me like a freaking baby!" Mabel groaned in frustration. "I can walk!"

Pacifica sighed heavily, but nevertheless, she let her go. "Okay, you can walk."

Mabel then took a slow steps towards the attic room where Wendy and her bedroom was. She walked wobbly, so she decided to shift her feet on the ground, but it failed miserably. With her headache she felt, plus with her dizziness, once again she fall. This time, she didn't passed out.

Pacifica chuckled a little bit. "I told you, don't act so tough when you're not." She said as she helped Mabel back up to her feet.

"Shut up or I'll tear your fake blonde hair out." Mabel scowled angrily.

Pacifica chuckled, but still maintained her seriousness in her voice. "Oh, I assure you my hair is totally one-hundred percent blonde, but you, Miss Pines, need to shut your smarty mouth and let me help you get on your bed."

Mabel, who was still holding on to one of Pacifica's shoulder, reluctantly wrapped one arm around her neck. Pacifica smiled seeing her brunette friend finally complied with her. "See? Don't you feel its better when people help you walk?"

Mabel didn't respond. Instead, she just grumbled in annoyance that she had to be carried like this. If its not for the stupid headache, she could walk herself back to the room all by herself, but no, the headache was packaged with a fever. She then kept silencing as they entered the room.

Pacifica then brought her to her bed on the right side of the room. She let Mabel sat. "Okay, let's get you change." Pacifica said.

"I can do it, Paz." Said Mabel in annoyance.

"No, you can't." Pacifica retorted.

"Get out." Mabel said, her voice started to strain.

"Make me."

"I said GET. OUT!" Mabel yelled out to her, making Pacifica flinched a little bit. She then realized that she had screamed at her best friend without realizing it. Mabel saw Pacifica's face, she was shocked and a little bit frightened.

"Oh, Paz… I-I…" Mabel's eyes began to sting, she felt tears were ready to burst out any second, she closed her eyes, trying not to let it out. But it failed, the tears began to stream down her eyes, dampening her cheeks. She started to sob uncontrollably. "Paz, I'm sorry. I-I didn't mean it to yell at you like that." She choked, but suddenly she felt arms wrapped around her neck, it was Pacifica, hugging her.

"Hey, it's alright. It's alright." Pacifica tightened her hug, embracing her. She wasn't used to hugging, but Mabel had taught her since their second summer together, and that was a good thing, because she began to get fond of hugging. "It's not your fault."

"S-stop saying that…" Mabel voice trailed off.

"Say what?"

"Tha-that it's not my fault."

Pacifica pulled away from Mabel, stared hardy into her eyes. "But it's true. It's not your fault, any of it."

Mabel turned her head sideways, staring at Dipper's former bed. "But I nearly…"

"No." Pacifica interjected. "You didn't know it. It was a freak accident."

"Brian…"

"Brian's fine, Mabel."

"But what if next time, what if it was you?" Mabel asked, making Pacifica stared blankly into her eyes. "What if I snapped at you… and make something bad to you like I did to Brian?" Mabel turned her head away, avoiding her friend's gaze. "What if… what if the next time I can't control myself anymore?"

Pacifica's eyes widened. She was speechless hearing Mabel's question. She didn't even know what to say. It's not like she was wrong, she's totally right. Mabel's behavior is erratic. And this is noticeable even since her return to Gravity Falls after Dipper's death.

Pacifica tried to say something in order to comfort her. "Mabel..."

"Can you leave me alone, for a while?" Mabel interjected her without looking at her.

"Mabel, come on-"

"Please, Paz?" the brunette pleaded her, asking her to leave her alone to compose herself. Pacifica frowned and let out a sad sigh. Slowly, Pacifica turned away and headed out from the room. As Pacifica closed the door, she could hear Mabel's sob. Pacifica stopped closing it, leaving the door with a small opening for her to observe Mabel. As she peaked through the door, she saw Mabel was crying her eyes out.

"Dipper, I need you…please." Mabel said in an almost whisper tone. "I can't… do this. You to-told me to be myself, but I can't. I just can't…"

Pacifica felt the urge to enter the room back, but she was immediately held back by Wendy, who was bringing a fleece blanket for Mabel. "Wait downstairs Paz, I'll talk to her."

Pacifica was quite hesitated when she was asked to wait downstairs. However, she obliged Wendy's order and descended the stairs. Wendy stared at the blonde walking downstairs for a while taking a long breath and let it out before entering the attic room.

Mabel was startled by the door creaking opened up. She immediately wiped her tears away before turning to the door. She saw Wendy entered the room with a fleece blanket on her hands.

"Hey Short Stack." Wendy called out her nickname as she let out a heartwarming smile. "I brought some fleece blanket for you. How's your fever?" She asked Mabel while putting down the blanket on Mabel's bed beside her. She then laid her back of her hand on Mabel's forehead to feel the heat. It was still burning hot.

"Looks like you're gonna stuck in the bed for quite a while, sis." Wendy said nonchalantly as she headed to her bed across the room. "You know what that means, no school for you." Wendy went over to her backpack and rummaged through it. She pulled out some medicines and went back to Mabel.

"Here, take these. It'll help you feel better." Wendy instructed her as she handed the pills to the teen brunette. Mabel didn't protest nor complained, instead, she went ahead and put the pills inside her mouth, taking a bottle of water on the nightstand and drank it. She then turned around and laid on the bed facing the wall, avoiding Wendy's face.

"Mabel, stop acting like this." Wendy said in frustration when she saw her turned around. "It's a freaky accident, that's all." She went near Mabel to comfort her but her hand was brushed away when she tried to put it onto her shoulder. Mabel immediately covered her face with her pillow.

"You weren't even there when it happened." Mabel's voice muffled through the pillow she used to cover her face. Wendy let out a heavy sigh. This was frustrating for her. She knew Mabel's erratic behavior would bring her into this complication, and here she was, looking at that complication unfolding before her. Wendy wasn't so sure what to say anymore. She thought of telling her about her dreams on occasional meeting with Dipper. But she wasn't so sure if that would make her feel any better, or worse. But she wasn't too keen on seeing her like this anymore.

"Mabel, turn around." Wendy said in the gentlest voice she could muster. It took a while before Mabel turned around to face the red-haired girl. Wendy could see that her eyes were red and puffy. She had been crying.

Wendy sighed seeing Mabel's state. "Sis, if it makes you feel any better, I can-"

Mabel suddenly pulled up her sweater up, covering her face. "Mabel's not here, she's in Sweatertown." She then continued to rock back and forth on the bed. Wendy chuckled a little bit seeing her like this. Nevertheless, she still need to call her down. Wendy then preceded to pull out the Blue Journal from her bag and handed to her.

"I know this is important to you, so, take it." Wendy told Mabel as she shoved the journal lightly onto Mabel's hand. Mabel jerked up a little bit when she felt something pushing onto her hand. She then lowered her sweater neck to see what was on her hand. She then looked up and down between Wendy and the journal.

"Is there something wrong?" Wendy asked as she saw something was not right in Mabel's eyes. The way Mabel looked at her and the journal was something that she hadn't seen in her for a long time.

Mabel's been hiding something and wanted to spill it.

"Mabel, you wanna tell me something?" Wendy asked in a strained voice.

"I-uuhhh…"

"Mabel, you can trust me."

"Wendy... I-".

"Whatever it is, I believe you." Wendy put out an assurance smile.

Mabel deadpanned into Wendy's eyes. Slowly, she took a deep breath and let it out.

"Wendy, I know how to bring Dipper back."

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