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"Preston!"

Mrs. Northwest rushed into her room, and found her husband lying on the bed, facing the ceiling while rubbing his temples. He looked frustrated, his suit and appearance almost a bit wild and out of place. The man noticed his wife and got out of the bed to greet her properly. "Priscilla," Preston said, trying to fix the strands of his hair and his suit. "How are you doing, my darling?"

"Preston, is everything going okay?" Mrs. Northwest started, placing a hand on his shoulder, ignoring her husband's question. "The guests are shouting, and Pacifica and that rat boy is still no where to be found. Are you sure you have this evening under control?"

Preston looked at his wife deeply in the eyes. Of course he was starting to lose his power over the party, especially now that his daughter now rebelled against him. Not only that, but she was starting to bring up an uproar about his title and name. He swore if he found his daughter, he will bring a very large punishment for her- and he wouldn't care about what authorities said either- since he is an authority. He also thought about giving a punishment to the foolish boy she's been hanging out with, since he didn't feel fully satisfied with what he has done to him. Preston wanted to bring more pain to him.

"I have everything under control, there is no need to worry." Preston reassured, as he held onto his wife's hand. "You can just wait here while I go handle everything outside."

Before leaving, Preston leaned in and kissed Mrs. Northwest, and he ran over to the door and exited the room. Mrs. Northwest watched her husband leave, and as he slammed the door quietly when he left. After, she made her way to the bed, removed her boots, and laid down. She was only crossing her fingers, and probably even had a small wish to make all the fighting stop. She was starting to wonder what she should do about the huge problem.

Dipper stared at the suit that perfectly fitted onto his torso. The fresh fabric felt smooth and cool on his skin, but he smelled a bit of his sweat from his earlier adventures from the evening. Pacifica and Francis were watching from the corner of the fireplace, both being a bit aware if Dipper suddenly flinched from the pain on his back. Dipper ruffled his fluffy brown hair a bit, and made his way to Pacifica and Francis. "Do I look okay?" he asked. He then turned around, and glanced at the bandages wrapped around the translucent shirt. "Can you see my bandages?"

Pacifica waved a hand to signal Dipper to turn around. "It's fine, it's fine, I can hardly see anything." The girl went a bit closer to Dipper, and started to fix the shoulder sleeves and collar. "But your wound... does it still hurt? Are you doing okay? That's what I'm really worried about."

"I'm fine, don't worry." Dipper reassured. He then felt a light sting on his back. Dipper raised a small cautious hand, hovering above the wound. "Did your dad do that much kicking on me?"

Pacifica looked to the side a bit, her face dropping a bit. "Sort of," she shrugged. "Kicking, punching, and for about a few seconds, sitting... but don't worry, it wasn't too serious. I just started to panic when I started feel a hot liquid pour out of your back. When Francis checked it, he said there was a huge scratch, that's all. Hopefully it isn't too serious, but, there is blood, so..."

Dipper continued to hear Pacifica's constant blabbering, while blushing a bit. She seemed to be really worried about him.

After a few seconds of unnecessary creasing folds on Dipper's shirt, Pacifica backed away and took a look at Dipper. The bandage around his forehead seemed a bit off, but overall, he looked fine. Hopefully he would still be okay when 'fighting' out there.

"Alright, let's go." Dipper concluded, as he led Pacifica out the door. Francis followed behind, still admiring on how the two interacted.

Dipper, Pacifica and Francis were walking down the hallways of the Northwest Mansion, attempting to sound quiet; even though it was completely unnecessary. Dipper also started to shake a little, since he started to hear the loud complaints and screaming from the main party hall. The voices ricocheted like bullets down the hallways, and it seemed to get louder as the trio got closer and closer. Dipper started to slow down his pace. He gulped a lump in his throat, attempting to slow his pacing heart. "It seems like a riot out there," he quivered, letting out a nervous chuckle.

"It is," Pacifica replied, a bit frightened at the screams. "When I left, people started to harshly shove each other. I don't know what's going on out there now."

"As long as we're going to make it out safely," Dipper replied with confidence. They all started to continue walking down the hallways, the voices starting to ring in all of their ears.

Suddenly, the three passed by a nearby door that had loud knocking on it. Dipper and Pacifica jumped by the slamming, Francis turning over to the door with a curious look. Pacifica's eyes then softened when she took a look at the door that the slamming was echoing from. "Marius?! MARIUS! I'm coming to save you!" A familiar, masculine tone came from inside the room. Dipper easily recognized who it was.

"Grenda?" he asked, walking a bit closer to the door. A few quiet seconds passed, and Grenda continued to slam on the wooden door.

"Dipper! Help! Mabel, me and Candy are stuck in this room! We need to get out of here so we can save Marius!" Grenda pleaded. "Please! I know he can't fight on his own!"

Dipper remembered from an earlier explanation from Pacifica. Before making her way to Dipper, Pacifica made sure Mabel, Candy and Grenda would be safe in another room during the loud frenzy outside. However, it seems Grenda wasn't too pleased with Pacifica's idea.

Pacifica then shoved Dipper lightly to the side, and she stared at the door herself. "Grenda, calm down-" Pacifica reassured, but her voice was suddenly interrupted by the slamming.

"Pacifica! Get us out of here NOW!" Grenda growled, a bit harsh to her rather than Dipper. "Seriously, locking us in a room?! How grateful of you!"

"Guys, just calm down." Pacifica continued, as she reached into the pocket of her seafoam green dress and pulled out the same key Dipper remembered that unlocked any room in the mansion. She placed it inside the lock of the knob and turned it, the door opening with a click. Once Pacifica removed the key, Grenda opened the door wide open, and Pacifica jumped to the side from the sudden surprise. Grenda looked too worried that there were a few beads of sweat on her face. Grenda switched her gaze back and forth to seep in with her surroundings.

"Marius?" Grenda asked out of the blue, as she then sprinted down the hallway that led to the main party room. "Marius! I'm going to save you!"

Dipper and Francis watched Grenda leave the scene, but Dipper heard the footsteps of another pair of feet coming from the room. He turned his head and saw Mabel and Candy, both looking fatigued and tired. Pacifica quickly ran over to Dipper's side.

"Dipper," Mabel said, as she noticed her brother. "Where have you been all this time? I was starting to get worried about you." Her voice seemed to lost it's cheery tone, so a sudden shock of guilt passed through Dipper.

Dipper scratched the back of his head, embarrassed. "Yeah, um...I..."

"We were just hanging out, that's all," Pacifica chimed in, finishing the sentence. "We're really sorry for not telling you earlier." Pacifica attempted to cover up the promise she made to Mabel at the beginning of the late evening- and it was to find her brother and make sure he was okay.

Mabel crossed her arms and shook her head to the ceiling, mimicking a mature look. Dipper and Pacifica didn't feel much affected on it. "It's fine, I'm just glad that you two are starting to get closer now." Mabel teased, as she gave a quick wink to the both of them. Dipper and Pacifica flushed red for about a second.

After Mabel's little 'act', Candy walked a bit farther from the door as she took a glance at the pathway Grenda ran on. She even started to hear the terrifying shrieks and fighting that echoed from the party hall. "We have to do something about that noise," she confessed. "It's been getting louder and louder ever since we came into the room."

"And we're on it." Pacifica confidently said. "With all of you guys with me, we will change the opinions of all of those who are blind!"

"Okay, that sounded way too cheesy," Dipper teased, slapping Pacifica's arm softly.

"Shut up! I always wanted to say that." Pacifica replied back, returning a slap back. Both of them smiled and laughed; Mabel savoring the sweetness.

Dipper, Pacifica, Mabel, Candy and Francis started to make their way down the final hallway, following Grenda footsteps. However, before Mabel made a sprint for it, she noticed Francis and gasped in surprise. She reached over and rubbed her hands on the soft skin of Francis' cheeks.

"Fancy man!" Mabel cheered.

"Yes, very good, miss." Francis replied after, a bit amused.