Dipper returned from his date with Wendy to find the shack unnaturally empty. It wouldn't be like Mabel to go anywhere right now, and Stan and Ford promised to stay with her. Yet, Stan's car was gone.

Ford appeared from the basement. "Hello, Dipper, how was the movie?"

"Where's Mabel?" Dipper asked ignoring Ford's question.

"Isn't she watching a football game with Stan?"

"NO!" Dipper shouted. "YOU SAID YOU WOULD WATCH HER!"

"I…I thought Stan was with her…"

"NO, HE'S NOT! HIS CAR'S GONE!"

"Calm down, Dipper. She's probably with Stan."

The phone rang. Their heads snapped to the direction of the phone, both praying it would be Stan or Mabel calling to assure them they were safe.

Ford picked up the phone. "Hello? Stanley? Mabel?"

"Stanford Pines?" asked a panicked man's voice that Ford thought sounded familiar but couldn't place at first.

"Who is this?"

"This is Brad's father."

Aside from Brad himself, this is the last person Ford wanted to hear from right now. "Why are you calling us?" Ford asked accusingly.

"Brad's missing."

Ford felt his blood turn cold and all the wind was knocked out of him.

"Where's your niece?"

Guilt hit Ford like a semi-truck. "She's missing too."

Mr. Edward's was silent for a moment. "She may be in danger."

Ford became angry and defensive. "She's been in danger since you decided to release your sociopathic son out of prison!"

"You don't need to tell me I made a mistake, Dr. Pines. I realize that now. I'm just trying to stop him before he hurts anyone else."

"If, God forbid, he has Mabel, where would he take her?"

Edwards considered it for a moment. "Our old house. We haven't been able to sell it, so it's been abandoned for some time."

Ford grabbed a notepad and pen. "What the address?"

Edwards gave Ford the address. Ford then hung up, grabbed Dipper, and loaded up in his car.

As he drove, Ford could feel not only panic radiating from Dipper, but anger. Anger he knew was directed at him. "We'll find her, Dipper, I promise."

"Just like you promised to watch her?"

Ford flinched as though his son's words were a physical stab to his heart. "Dipper, please, you know I would have never left her side if I had known she was alone."

"How could you leave her unprotected? I thought you loved her."

Ford felt sick. His own son accused him of not loving his daughter. "Of course I do," Ford said in a strained voice. "I'm her father."

Dipper scoffed bitterly. "Some father you are."

Had Dipper not been with him, Ford might have been tempted to drive his car off a cliff.

When they arrived to Brad's house, the police were already there. Brad's father pulled up around the same time as them.

Before any of them could ask the police if they found anything, they saw two police officers bring out a gurney from inside the house.

On said gurney was a body bag.

Dipper collapsed to his hands and knees. "No…no…it can't be…it can't…"

Ford turned towards Brad's father, who had his hand over his mouth looking in horror. Rage boiled in Ford's blood, and he directed that rage at the person who released this monster…this murderer…upon his family. He tackled Edwards to the ground and screamed in his face. "YOUR SON KILLED MY DAUGHTER! YOU KILLED MY BABY!"

Ford looked once more at the body bag. He got off Edwards and plopped to the ground in sobbing in despair. "My baby…"