Evelyn woke the next morning feeling determined and ready to face Cara. She and Bill had spent the night in the Mindscape coming up with a plan to take down the ghost, in a non-violent way of course (Bill hadn't been onboard with the whole 'non-violent' aspect, but it was Evelyn who would be executing the plan, so he relented).

She packed a bag with the supplies she'd need for her trek and left the house before Mabel even stirred.

-DaLD-

As she walked through the forest, heading towards the factory, Bill spoke.

'Are you sure you want to go through with this, Little Bird? You could turn back now and not deal with an angry ghost.'

Evelyn sighed. "Bill, we've been over this. I'm not going to give this up. Besides, I've already promised Lisa that I would save William for her."

'Hey, I'm just looking out for you, Little Bird. I'd like to meet you in reality soon, and you need to be alive for me to do that. Probably in one piece.'

"Alright, I'll be safe. I only want to talk to her anyway."

Evelyn reached the factory a short while later, an instantly became serious. Despite the fact that she only planned on resolving this haunting peacefully, Evelyn had learnt from her experience the other day and knew not to expect a welcoming treatment from the ghost. She just hoped that what little information she'd found yesterday would prove to be satisfactory.

Taking a deep breath, Evelyn hesitantly opened the large door, wincing as it creaked. She stepped in and began to look around, avoiding the second floor. For her plan to work, she'd need a lot of space.

She walked through the hallway that led to the main part of the factory and found a large, empty space in the main part that would be the perfect place to set up. Placing her bag carefully on the floor, Evelyn immediately got to work, knowing time was of the essence.

-DaLD-

Nearly an hour later, Evelyn walked up to the second floor, careful to be a safe distance from the hole in the middle of the hallway.

"Cara!" she called, cupping her hands to her mouth in an effort to make her voice carry. "I know you're here! I'd like to talk with you, if you don't mind!"

'Why are you being polite to the homicidal spirit?' Bill asked, somewhat annoyed.

'Because it's better to be nice to her than be rude and end up pissing her off. I'd like her to be willing to communicate with me.' Evelyn explained.

She waited in silence for a moment, before she heard a creaking sound from behind her. Startled, she spun around, only to be faced with nothing. She looked around, confused, and turned back around, only to be faced with Cara.

The spirit stood right in front of her, her coal black eyes glaring at Evelyn through the ghosts' dark hair. Evelyn yelped in surprise at the sudden appearance of the spirit, nearly stumbling backwards.

"Ummm…" Evelyn stuttered, suddenly nervous now that she was faced by the spirit that had almost killed her. "I would like to talk to you."

"Leave now." Cara spoke, her voice echoing ominously.

Her voice was slightly more guttural than Evelyn had expected, but then again, the furious look the spirit was giving her kind of explained it.

"No, I just want to talk with-!" Evelyn began, before she stumbled back, avoiding the arm that Cara had swiped at her with.

Seeing the murderous glint in the ghost's eyes, Evelyn's own eyes widened, and she immediately ran, Cara in pursuit. She ran down the stairs and skidded into the hallway that led to the main part of the factory, Cara letting out a growl as she followed the brunette.

Evelyn sprinted through the factory, dodging the large machines, and ran past a circle of candles, salt and stones. Cara followed, until the spirit suddenly found that she couldn't move.

Evelyn stopped and watched as the confused spirit tried to break free of the circle, only to be deflected. Cara's confusion turned into anger, and she let out an inhuman shriek as she faced her captor.

"Please, don't be mad. I just made this in case you would try to hurt me." Evelyn tried to placate the spirit, but Cara only snarled in fury.

"Look, I just need to speak to you about your haunting…" Evelyn paused, seeing that Cara's focus was no longer on her, but something behind her.

She slowly turned around to see a ghost of a man in work overall's, burns covering his body. He was slowly making his way over, a snarl contorting his face.

Evelyn turned back to Cara, noticing the smug yet grim expression on the spirit's face, and swiveled around, seeing more and more of Cara's henchmen lurking around, approaching her.

Bill cursed. 'This would be a good time to run, Little Bird.'

Evelyn slowly reached into her bag, taking out a spray bottle. 'I put some anointed water in here. It should be enough to keep them at bay while I help Cara move on.'

'You don't need to help her move on! You only promised to free your ghost friends' lover!' Bill ranted.

'But I want to do this… I want to help.' Evelyn told him, staring at the slowly approaching spirits with apprehension.

She turned back to Cara. "Please, I just want to help you. Don't you want to move on?"

Cara looked furious with her words, but refused to speak. A wind whipped around the spirit in the circle, causing her dark, tar like hair to fly around her. She looked up, reaching her hand out to something that Evelyn couldn't see.

Evelyn pulled her gaze up as well only to see, to her horror, that Cara was making a large beam above them move. At first, it was just a wiggle, but it quickly turned into violent shaking as the beam tried to escape the rusty nails.

The beam came loose, and Evelyn stood frozen for a moment, before Bill's shout broke her from her stupor. 'Run!'

Evelyn dived out of the way, narrowly avoiding the beam as it crashed down, landing right where she'd previously been standing.

Evelyn coughed and tried to look through the dust and debris. Cara was calmly standing in the circle, her body untouched by the mess, and was staring and the ground intently.

Evelyn scrambled back up on her feet, ignoring the sting of the cuts and bruises she'd received and looked down at what had Cara so enthralled.

The beam had landed mostly outside of the circle, but a part of it had crashed through it, breaking the circle.

"Oh crap." Evelyn muttered, her eyes wide.

Evelyn's comment attracted the attention of Cara, who began to walk towards Evelyn menacingly.

Evelyn, realising that her situation was going downhill fast, turned around and began running through the factory, spraying the male ghosts that got in her way.

After running in circles for a bit since the ghosts were constantly blocking her way to the hallway, Evelyn dove behind a machine, trying to catch her breath. She closed her eyes for a moment, resting her head on the machine behind her. She tensed when she felt a presence in front of her and opened her eyes, only to come face to face with a middle-aged ghost. Evelyn screamed and sprayed it with her water, running away as the ghost clutched his face.

'You need to leave!' Bill yelled.

'What do you think I'm doing?' Evelyn replied sarcastically, making a beeline for the hallway that led to the foyer.

She'd just reached the foyer and was almost at the exit when she felt something wrap around her ankle, tripping her and dragging her back. She fought against it, desperately clawing at the ground to pull herself back up, and turned around to see that it had been a rope that had grabbed her. She was being dragged toward Cara and a few male ghosts, filling her with panic as she fought even harder to escape.

A second rope, at the control of Cara, lifted her by the arm into the air, before tying itself around her middle, trapping her arms to her sides.

Cara stepped forward so that she was right in front of the levitating teen, anger written across her features.

"Listen to me, please!" cried Evelyn. "I just want to help you!"

Evelyn felt the ropes around her tighten, becoming tighter and tighter until she struggled to breath. 'Oh no.'

Cara turned her back to the helpless teen, ignoring her cries.

Evelyn watched the spirit begin to walk away, and something snapped inside her. "Okay, that's it!" she shouted. "I am sick and tired of people ignoringme!"

Her change of tone stopped Cara, who turned around to the brunette with confusion in her face. The ropes that were squeezing Evelyn began to loosen, but she was past the point of caring as she ranted.

"First Grunkle Stan, then Dipper and Mabel, and now you! I'm not stupid; I can have some pretty decent ideas from time to time if you would just LISTEN TO ME!" Anger flared up in her red eyes as she vented. "My opinion does matter!"

The ropes dropped Evelyn, who yelped in surprise and pain as she landed harshly on her butt.

"Oww…" she winced as she rubbed her bruised backside, before realising that she'd landed right in front of Cara.

She crawled back to put some space between them, expecting the spirit to attack, but when nothing happened after a few seconds she looked up at the ghost.

Cara was staring down at her, understanding and awe in her eyes.

"You-you've been ignored too?" Cara whispered, her echoing voice displaying surprise.

"Well, yeah. My siblings, who usually ask for my opinion, just ignored my advice and went off to do their own thing, and my uncle keeps cutting me off." Evelyn paused and looked down. "In retrospect, I guess I came here because I wanted someone to listen to me. I just wanted to know that my opinion could still help people."

"All… all I've ever wanted before I died was for my opinion to matter to someone." Cara stated, looking down at the red-eyed teen with a new light.

"Your father…" Evelyn's eyes widened in realization. "I read one of your letters. You kept on giving your dad advice, didn't you?"

"Yes." Cara nodded. "My father used to ask me for new ideas. If they were good, he would use them as if he'd been the one to come up with them, but I never minded. He'd always say he was proud of me after that, and I liked being useful." Cara's expression darkened. "But eventually my father must have felt that I was running the company more than him, because he stopped listening to me, even about the important things. Like the broken equipment…"

Evelyn gasped in understanding. "You were killed by a gas leak. The piping you wanted fixed…"

Cara nodded. "One night, I got angry at father and decided to take matters into my own hands. I'd watched the engineers patch things up enough that I assumed I could do it as well. But there was an accident and I died, only to wake up as an angry, vengeful shell trapped in the place that killed me." Cara said spitefully.

"But it doesn't have to be this way." Evelyn tried to reason. "Maybe you could move on if you let go of your anger and release the spirits of those you killed. I know that you're angry about being ignored, but by forcing these men to obey you, you're taking away their right to have an opinion."

Cara's eyes widened at the brunette's words. "I-I've never thought about it that way before…"

After a moment of indecision, Cara sighed and reluctantly turned to the spirits she controlled. "Spirits, I release you of my hold on your souls. Return to your resting place."

One by one, the once feral acting ghosts slowly lost their anger, and their expressions relaxed into either confused or relaxed ones. They each began to vanish, until only one lingered. Evelyn's eyes widened as the spirit approached her, realizing that it was William.

He was an attractive young man with windblown hair and a clear set of dimples. His eyes seemed to radiate kindness now that he was no longer driven by a madness that was not his own, and he looked at her the way you'd look at a dear friend.

"Thank you!" he exulted, beaming at the brunette, who returned with a smile of her own.

Evelyn could see why Lisa loved him. He was quite handsome, even as a ghost, when he smiled.

'Hey! Continue thinking like that and I might begin to feel jealous, Little Bird.' His tone was mocking, but there was an undercurrent of seriousness.

Evelyn blushed lightly, realising she'd projected her (completely platonic) thoughts. Shaking her head, she smiled back at the happy spirit.

"Thank you! Now I can finally go back to my love, Lisa." His eyes visibly softened at the mention of his almost fiancé. "I'll tell her that you saved me, alright? And I'll never forget your kindness and bravery today."

Evelyn, feeling flattered, said; "Thank you. I was just doing the right thing. And say hi to Lisa for me, will you? I hope you enjoy the afterlife with her, William."

"Oh, I will!" he exclaimed as he began to fade. "Thank you so much! Goodbye!"

He faded completely, leaving only Cara and Evelyn in the room.

Cara looked both conflicted and as though a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. "Thank you for talking me down. I was just so angry with my father and my death that I doomed innocent men to my fate."

"It was the right thing for me to do." Evelyn said once more, shrugging. "And don't sell yourself short. I know it takes a lot to let go of your anger; especially when you feel like it's justified." Evelyn paused in thought. "I guess that's what I need to do now too, huh?"

"Yes, it would be wise to reconcile with your family now while it's not too late. If you are truly arguing with your loved ones, you must tell them how you feel." Cara's eyes got distant. "I wish I could go back and speak with my father about how I felt."

Cara suddenly took a step towards Evelyn, her ghostly face taking on the look of a lost child. "Oh, what shall I do? I have nothing left, yet I can't move on."

"Well, what's keeping you here?" Evelyn asked kindly.

"Even though I died here, I still feel emotionally attached to this place. I invested so many years of my life into this factory, and I don't want it to become forever tainted by bad memories. I would like to leave this plane of existence knowing that my life's work will not be forgotten and will carry on."

"Then…" Evelyn thought for a moment, before an idea struck her. "I can tell Toby to put an ad in the local paper for this place. He owes me a favor."

Evelyn's expression darkened for a moment, remembering her fight with Gideon. She brightened after shaking herself out of her thoughts.

"Would you really?" Cara looked at her with hopeful eyes.

"Sure. If it helps you move on peacefully, I don't see a reason not to do it." Evelyn smiled, before a thought occurred to her. "You haven't really been alone since you died though, right? Will you be okay on your own?"

Cara looked sheepish. "I will get lonely, but I will be fine."

"I could visit you sometimes, if you'd like." Evelyn offered.

"You would?" Cara questioned. "But why? I have been horrible to you!"

"Well, I understand what it feels like to be angry and just want to take it out on others." Evelyn smiled sheepishly at her admission. "So I forgive you. One of the worst thing a person can feel is feeling alone."

"Oh, thank you!" Cara cried, looking as though she wanted to hug the teen.

Evelyn glanced at the watch she'd decided to put on before the hunt, relieved to see that it wasn't damaged. "I should probably go back. I need to make up with my family."

"I understand." Cara smiled and followed Evelyn as she walked to get her bag from the floor and walked over to the door.

"Wait," Cara said, her eyes suddenly going misty, much to Evelyn's shock. "Before you leave, there is something I must tell you."

"What is it?" Evelyn asked cautiously, seeing the change in the spirit before her.

"I see that you are destined to do many great things, Evelyn Pines." She began gravely, causing Evelyn to shiver. She hadn't told Cara her name. What was going on?

"But there is darkness in your heart. Your anger towards all those who have wronged you lingers. Don't let it control you or cloud your judgement." Cara's misty eyes stared at Evelyn with a freaky intensity. "And there is something more, something unnatural. A shadow is in your mind. A being, the shape of a triangle haunts your dreams and follows you into the waking world. Tread carefully, Evelyn Pines, for each step may be your last."

After her horrifying speech, Cara blinked, her eyes clearing, completely oblivious. At Evelyn's expression, Cara's ghostly brow furrowed. "Are you alright?"

"F-fine." Evelyn tried to regain her composure, giving Cara a tight-lipped smile. "I'll visit you soon."

"Goodbye!" Cara waved, as Evelyn headed for the door, not noticing Evelyn's shaky expression.

For Evelyn swore that, for just a second, she saw a triangle-shaped shadow latched onto her own from the corner of her eyes.

-DaLD-

Evelyn was halfway through the forest by the time Bill spoke up. 'Well, that was ominous.'

"Bill, was anything she said… about my steps true? Are you really that dangerous?" Evelyn asked hesitantly.

'Everything can be dangerous, Little Bird.' Bill answered vaguely.

"But are you a danger to my family? To me?" Evelyn reiterated.

'I've told you already Little Bird,' Bill said, exasperated. 'I won't hurt a single hair on your head on purpose and as I am right now, what danger could I possibly pose to the Pines family? I'm just a voice in your head at the moment!'

Evelyn was about to respond, when a rustling from a bush behind her caught her attention. She turned around cautiously, expecting it to be some other supernatural being out for blood.

She flinched as a figure walked out of it, before realising that it was Dipper, who was carrying his clothing as he tried to rub off some tattoos. Evelyn raised her brow in surprise once she noticed her brother was only wearing a loincloth.

"Uhm, what are you wearing Dipper?"

Dipper jumped, not having expected anyone to be that deep in the forest. He turned and his eyes widened once he saw his scraped, bruised and slightly dusty sister walking toward him. "Evie?! What are you doing here?!"

Evelyn shrugged. "Well, I decided to go on an adventure on my own. What about you, Mr. Loincloth?"

Dipper blushed, realizing how scantily dressed he was. Quickly covering his loincloth with his hands, he stuttered, "Uh, t-the Manotaurs m-made me wear it for my final task."

Evelyn, who was now standing beside Dipper, raised her eyebrow. "They made you wear it? They didn't-"

Dipper was completely flustered, waving his hands frantically as he tried to stop her. "O-of course not! They were pretty cool! At least, at first…"

Evelyn looked at her brother in concern. She kneeled down slightly to be at his level and put her hand on his shoulder. "What do you mean 'at first'? What happened?"

Dipper began to tell her about the tasks the Manotaurs told him he had to do to become a man, from the 'Painhole', to jumping across a gorge. As he talked, they continued their walk back to town.

"…and then I realized I didn't want to kill the Multi-Bear, even if I couldn't become a man. So I told them that, and they basically kicked me out." Dipper finished.

"Well, Dipper, you did the right thing. Violence or murder shouldn't make you a man." She said wisely, glancing down at her brother, noticing his depressed look. "But you wanted to fit in, didn't you?" she asked softly, her heart hurting for her little brother.

"Yeah." Dipper sighed, before he looked up at his sister remorsefully. He took his sister's hand as they walked. "You were right, Evie. I should have listened to you instead of going on a wild goose chase the Manotaurs. I'm sorry."

Evelyn's eyes softened and she stopped walking and knelt down to give Dipper a hug. "I'm sorry too, Dipper." She said.

Dipper pulled back slightly, looking at his sister in surprise. "Why?"

"Because I should have realised that you're getting older. You're going to want to do your own thing sometimes, and you won't always need me or my opinion to help you with everything. I should let you make your own decisions." Evelyn explained.

Dipper immediately hugged his sister even tighter. "Evie, I'll always need you and your opinion, even when I'm a grown up." Dipper admitted, his voice slightly muffled by her hair as he rested his head on her shoulder. "I know that sometimes it feels like I ignore you, but I really want your opinion on stuff. I only went with the Manotaurs because I felt frustrated and I thought I would see quick results."

"It's okay Dipper. You're allowed to make your own decisions in life, even if I don't agree with them." She smiled and stood up, brushing herself off. "Let's go to the Diner for some real food, huh? My treat."

"Yes!" Dipper cheered and began to sprint in the direction of the town.

"Uh, Dipper?" Evelyn called after him hesitantly.

He paused and turned to face his sister. "Yeah?"

"Um, shouldn't you get… changed first?" she motioned to his state of undress.

Dipper flushed once more in embarrassment, and quickly grabbed his clothing to change behind a bush.

'My, Pine Tree is really modest, isn't he?' Bill mocked, taking amusement from Dipper's embarrassment.

'Hey, watch it, mister. He can have decency if he feels like it.' Evelyn defended lightly, causing Bill in scoff.

Dipper came out of the bushes fully dressed a moment later and walked up to his sister. "So, are we going to get food now?"

Evelyn smiled. "Sure, Dip."

-DaLD-

It took the duo fifteen minutes to get out of the forest, in which time Evelyn gave a quick rundown of the events during her adventure to her awed sibling.

"So you talked the ghost out of killing you?!" Dipper exclaimed.

"Cara is very reasonable once you talk things out with her." Evelyn commented, smiling as they walked towards the Diner. "I might bring you to meet her sometime."

"Awesome!" Dipper cheered, excited at the prospect of meeting his sister's ghostly new friend.

A sudden thump from the Diner window caught the two off guard, making them jump. They both turned to see an overly excited Mabel pressed against the glass, Grunkle Stan calmly munching on pie behind her.

"EVIE! DIPPER!" Mabel exclaimed through the glass. "It's me, Mabel! I'm looking at you through this glass! Right here! This is my voice! I'm talking to you from inside!"

Evelyn winced. Though Mabel's voice was muffled through the glass, it was still pretty clear, meaning Mabel was almost screaming.

Dipper seemed to have reached the same conclusion as he gave Mabel a 'calm down' gesture, clearly chagrinned. He and Evelyn quickly walked into the Diner, hoping to avoid making more of a scene.

As they approached the table Mabel was sitting at, said bubbly twelve years old asked, "Did you see me through the-?"

"Yes." Dipper cut her off.

"It was kind of hard to miss." Evelyn muttered, gaining a playful slap on the arm from her sister.

"Hey!" Mabel cried playfully as her siblings sat across from her and their uncle.

Mabel stared at her brother curiously. "So, what have you been up to?"

Dipper sighed, his feelings of inadequacy returning tenfold now that he was back with his twin and his uncle. Though his talk with Evelyn had helped, he was hesitant to share his troubles with the less than supportive side of his family. "I… don't want to talk about it."

"Good." Stan dismissed, not terribly interested.

Evelyn shot him a glare and nudged her brother, giving him a 'tell them' look.

Dipper sighed, but gave in.

"Um…" Dipper began hesitantly. "It's just these half-man, half-bull humanoids were hanging out with me…"

"Here we go." Stan complained, but was quickly silenced by his eldest niece's glare.

Dipper decided to ignore his uncle's comment and continued. "…But then they wanted me to do this really tough, horrible thing, but it wasn't right. So I said no." Dipper sighed, feeling a renewed sense of disappointment.

Grunkle Stan didn't see it the same way. "You were your own man and stood up for yourself." He commented dismissively, chewing on his bite of pie.

Dipper was shocked by his uncle's comment. "Huh?"

Evelyn smiled as her uncle tried to put on an unaffected air, while simultaneously complimenting Dipper. "Well, you did what was right even when no one agreed with ya." Stan crossed his arms and tried to ignore the proud look his eldest niece was giving him. "Sounds pretty manly to me, but, what do I know?"

Dipper became under his uncle's praise as Evelyn chuckled, ruffling his hair. "See? I told you that you were manly."

"Wait a minute, do my eyes deceive me?" Mabel exclaimed, leaning across the table towards Dipper, her eyes wide. "You have a chest hair!" she pointed, excited.

Evelyn watched in mild surprise as her brother pulled down the collar of his shirt slightly, revealing a single chest hair.

Dipper gasped in shock, ecstatic at the new discovery. "You're right! I do!" he laughed, grabbing onto his older sister's arm with one hand as his other one held down the collar of his shirt. "This is amazing! I really do! Take that, man-tester! Take that, Pituitor!"

"Pituitor?" Evelyn and Stan echoed, exchanging matching looks of mild disgust at the Manotaur's name.

"This guy has chest hair!" Dipper exulted, proud with the recent development…

… Only to have Mabel pick it out with a pair of tweezers, startling everyone. "Scrap-bookortunity!" she happily cried, ignoring the disbelieving looks of her family as she put the hair in her scrapbook.

Dipper winced slightly in a delayed reaction, rubbing his sensitive chest, now disheartened.

"Cheer up Dipper." Evelyn said, smiling slightly. "It'll stop hurting in a second, and you're guaranteed to grow more chest hairs when you're older."

"You sister's right, kid." Stan added. "It'll grow back. And if you're anything like me, they'll be plenty more where that came from." Stan ripped open his shirt so that the siblings would see his disgustingly hairy chest.

Evelyn made a sound of disgust, her siblings mirroring her. "OH, GROSS!" Dipper cried.

They all shared a look of amusement, before they all burst into laughter, the mood now light between them. Once their laughter stopped, Dipper glanced at his uncle's chest and became solemn.

"Seriously, that's disgusting."

Evelyn stifled another laugh as she turned to face her uncle, curiosity gleaming in her eyes. "So, what brought you two here to begin with in that?" she cast a surprised glance at her uncle's state of undress. "I thought Mabel's plan was to dress you up like a gentleman."

Stan barked out a laugh as Mabel glanced down, slightly chagrinned.

Mabel sighed and looked up at her sister remorsefully. "Evie…you were right. Instead of trying to change Grunkle Stan, I should have let him be himself." She gestured to their uncle. "When I brought him to Susan looking like this, she gave him her number and a free pie!" she looked down once more. "I should have listened to you."

"Mabel…" Evelyn reached across the table to take her sister's hand. "You did great! Grunkle Stan got the girl, just like you planned. And you learned an important lesson by yourself, without my help." Evelyn sighed, before she smiled, trying to get over the sadness she felt at her admission. She felt a comforting feeling radiate from her necklace and briefly touched it with her free hand. "That means you're maturing Mabel. You're becoming a better person from your own life experiences." She laughed airily. "Soon enough, you won't even need my help!"

"Evie, of course I'll need you! Forever and ever!" Mabel glanced at her brother for backup. "Right Dipper?"

"Definitely." Dipper took his sister's hand and squeezing, the three sharing smiles.

Stan looked at the scene with bittersweet fondness and almost longing, before he shook his head and returned to his gruff, 'devil-may-care' attitude. "Alright you three, stop with the sweet moment. You're giving me a tooth-ache."

Dipper looked at him slyly. "Then you won't mind giving me your pie?"

Stan put a protective hand around his slice. "Hey, get your own pie, brat."

Evelyn laughed and waved the waitress over, "Okay, I guess pie's on me today."

The twins cheered, before Stan looked at his elder niece with indecision and handed her twenty-dollar bill with a sigh. They all looked at him in surprise. "Don't get any ideas. This was a one-time thing. Now spend it before I take it back." He crossed his arms.

The siblings smiled gratefully and got ready to order as the waitress walked over to their table.

"Oh, Evie, there's something I want to give you!" Mabel exclaimed, rooting through her bag as her sister stared at her curiously.

"What is it?" Evie asked.

"I finished it while you were gone." She pulled out the grey sweater with a little blue bird silhouette that she'd begun making a while back. "Here!"

"Thanks, Mabel!" she slipped it on, admiring its softness. She looked around at her family as they joked and laughed, and she felt a smile form on her face.

'For better or worse, this is definitely the most interesting summer ever.' Thought Evelyn.

-DaLD-

The Pines family, excluding Evelyn, had gone back to the Mystery Shack as the teen wandered the town cemetery, a handful of daisies in her hand.

She walked along the rows in silence, looking for the right name. After a few minutes, a man who she assumed was the caretaker, approached her and asked who she was looking for.

"I'm, uh… I'm looking for Penelope Nellson." She smiled politely.

"Penelope Nellson?" the caretaker repeated, scratching his chin in thought. "Well… I know of a Lisa Nellson. I believe she had a sister though."

Evelyn's eyes widened. "Do you know where Lisa's grave is?"

"Right over that hill, there." He pointed to the left.

"Thank you!" Evelyn nodded her head at him gratefully before practically running in the direction he'd pointed out.

She slowed to a walk when she saw a familiar name on a tombstone:

Here lies

Lisa Nellson

A beloved daughter and sister

Evelyn smiled sadly at it, tears prickling her eyes as she put one of her daisies in front of the grove. Despite having made her own grave for Lisa, it was nice that there was a more official one for her ghostly friend.

Feeling a sudden urge to look over to the grave beside he, Evelyn spared a glance in the other tombstone's direction and did a double take.

R.I.P.

Penelope Evans (nee Nellson)

A beautiful wife, mother and daughter

You will be sorely missed

Evelyn's smile widened. "You got married…" she whispered. "Lisa will be so happy."

She carefully placed the rest of the flowers by the grave and as she stood up, she felt a sudden warm breeze ruffle her hair before fading.

Clutching the sleeves of her newly made sweater, she smiled down at Lisa's grave. "Goodbye to you, too."

'Come on, Little Bird.' Bill called in a surprisingly gentle voice, 'Let's go.'

Evelyn turned around and began walking back, her smile still on her face. Gravity Falls was quickly becoming the most mysterious and amazing place, and Evelyn wouldn't change her being there for the world.

-DaLD-

Hey guys! Once again, I have sucked at updating, and I am so sorry about that, but I am still writing and I promise that there will be more regular updates, but I might need to start updating on a biweekly basis since I have a crap-ton of stuff piled on my plate at the moment. I will update a short little drabble later this week or the next as an offering until I'm finished typing the next chapter, so stay tuned! I'm also soon going to go over the first few chapters and correct all those little spelling mistakes (I didn't proofread back then).

On a lighter note, some notes from this chapter: Evelyn isn't going to just suddenly stop being the overprotective mama bear that she's always been, but she will try to tone it down, since she wants her siblings to be happy more than anything. But I can definitely tell you that a part of her is still angry and hurt. :)

And I purposely made Mabel's apology much shorter than it should be; they still have some things they need to resolve, but it might take time.

Also, there will be future cameos of Cara, so you guys might get to see her more amiable side.

Anyways, onto reviews:

Thank you to all of you who left those incredibly kind reviews! They made me so happy to read, and it's nice to know that my work is appreciated.

To Dragongirl1806: Thank you for your review! I always enjoy reading yours. Your theory is interesting, but once again I can't really give anything away. (Also, Calla will most likely be in Gryffindor. I just can't imagine her ditching Harry.)

And to redvintage888: Bill might not be seen physically for a while, but season two will have a crazy amount of Bill. Season one is more of a 'setting the stage' kind thing. But, you will see Bill and Evie's relationship slowly grow throughout this season, so there's that to look forward to! I'm also not going to make a billion 'Wendy and Evie!' stories, since that would take too much time and eventually become boring. There will only be a few.

And here's a serious message for everyone that's currently reading this: I just want to seriously thank you all for sticking with this story, and I want you to know how much you guys and this story mean to me. In a world where sometimes I feel like I'm growing up too fast, this story reminds me that I can still act like a kid sometimes. Writing allows me to write my fantasy into a reality, and to know that people genuinely enjoy it makes me feel amazing. Thank you so much and I love you guys.

Favourite, follow and review please! Please pardon any errors that I have made in this chapter, and I hope you have a wonderful evening!- Aria

I don't own Gravity Falls.