I apologize for such a short/boring chapter, but I'm leaving New Hampshire tomorrow and heading back home, so I'm gonna be BUSY BUSY BUSY. Lots of packing, lots of cleaning, very little writing time. I also have to get up early tomorrow to reach quota time, cause we're only allowed to stay in our room until 8:00am. So that's really the only reason i'm posting this one so early.

zzzzZZZZzzzzzZZZZzzzzz...WHAT?! I'm awake! I'm awake! Jeez! What was I talking about again? OH! Right...I promise that once I get back to the great white north, I'll get straight to my much missed computer and continue with the story.

Anyway, stay awesome, nice shoes, buy gold! -Silver...zzzzzzzz

Nadilines POV:

"Bill!" I call out for what feels like the hundredth time of the hour, although it probably is. "Bill Johnathan Cipher, get your butt over here now!" I yell again, getting impatient. It was after the 8 hour mark that I started to worry about his absence and headed out of the shack searching for him. Sure he may be 'all-powerful', but that doesn't mean he's invincible.

I'm also currently dragging the twins behind me for extra manpower on our little demon search, and I doubt they're enjoying it. An if I've learned enough about Mabel, I can say she's about to complain right...about...now:

"Nadiline, come on! We've been searching for like, infinity! Can't we just leave the guy alone?" Mabel whines, barely standing on her feet from exhaustion. Right on cue.

"Look Mabs, if it were up to me, I'd be outta here faster than you could say 'brotherly anger issues', but it's not. If you two have learned anything about Bill, it's that he has a knack for getting himself into stupid situations. It's basically second nature for him." I respond, continuing to search the trees. And although I don't want to admit it to the twins, I think we're lost...ya. Let's just say Bill has the good sense of direction in the family.

I wipe away some sweat from my forehead, "Yeesh, it's a hot one today." I complain. My jeans and shirt are soaked in sweat, as well as Dippers, who's walking beside me.

"Think Nadi, if you were Bill, where would you go to cool down? Figuratively I mean…" he asks me.

"Well like I said Dipper, when Bill needed a break from life he would spend a few hours in the mindscape. But considering his paused-mortality, I think he's stuck here. All I know is that he'd head for the woods and wouldn't want to be found. But that's not really an option right now." I explain. "We just have to keep looking."

"But Nadi, what's the worst that could happen!? I think we both know that he's perfectly capable of handling himself." Dipper complains.

It's true. Bill is very good at survival, as well as kicking butt occasionally when he needs to. But as his sister, I know his one weakness. And it's becoming a very big possibility with every minute we're out here.

"Well for one, it's a very dry day in a very large forested area. So forest fires are a definite possibility. And the heat beaming on me isn't helping either…" I say nervously, as much as I try to seem calm.

"...What do you mean?" Dipper asks, most likely catching on to my nervous tone.

"Well Dip, do the math. Anger makes earthquakes. And based on our stormy forest excapade, I think you can guess what sadness/confusion is."

"Rain?"

"Yep. SO, what about annoyance/heat exhaustion?"

"...fire." he responds, eyes wide.

"Exactly. So, we find Bill, we get out of here, and then I'll stick my head in a freezer for an hour, deal?"

"DEAL." I hear both of them say in usion.

We all start to call out his name again, desperate for me not to burn us alive. But come on? I've been pretty good over the last century when it comes to emotional breakdowns. Why would anything happen now?

SO, I'm just going to ignore my not-so-noticeable footprints of burnt grass I'm leaving behind, we're good, totally safe...right?

"There's a fine line between genius and insanity. I have erased this line."

― Oscar Levant

Bills POV:

Here's the single perk of insanity: You never get bored.

I often talk to myself, mostly because I'm the most reasonable person I know. Many have told me that insanity is unhealthy, that it kills the mind. But they're wrong. Mostly because once you reach insanity, there's nothing left to kill. Nothing left that's alive. I would know that.

Besides, I'll take insane over stupid anyday.

Not that only myself has interesting things to evaluate. There's always something to keep my mind occupied. Images I make up in the sky's light, dancing patterns in the long dry grass under my shoes, the fact that every drop of water in a flowing stream beside me is new, or the story a rock can tell from it's smooth, lined edges. There's always something.

But when there's nothing from something, you must result to deeper thoughts. Memories maybe.

I quite enjoy memories. The fact that even if a day is gone, you can always relive it with a single thought, a single reminder. What memories shall I uncover then? I have a treasure trove of them, or more likely a very detailed file cabinet that runs on for miles.

What event should I choose? The french revolution? No, too vile...poor grandpa. How about WW2? Again, vile. Never really enjoyed that century. Maybe something more recent, something pleasant...nothing. Absolutely nothing. How very appropriate. I guess I'll have to once again resort to my surroundings.

Surroundings which I now realize are unfamiliar to my old eye.

How long have I been out? Judging by the orange tinted sky, I'd say at least 10 hours. Not a new record for distracted thought (6 years), but close enough. Why did I leave again? Oh, right. I showed weakness, too much weakness. Damn this talkative mouth.

I was spilling my guts to those two...those two...YEESH I can't even think of an insult now!

Pinetree was right, I am getting slow. Or am I getting soft? I swear some of Nadi's innocent emotions have washed on me. Was I seriously being KIND to those little rugrats? There we go, one insult down.

I am getting soft… but that stops now. If there's one thing I know I can do, it's multi-tasking. I can stick close to Nadiline while gaining her trust, and keep those damn twins out of my personal life at the same time. All I need to do is keep my distance from them and NOT blow any more secrets out the door for them to catch. They already know too much.

…but there are worse things they could have found out. Much worse.

I need to learn to keep my trap shut. I'm just so...so...what's the word? Layered? No. Fired? I think that's close...TIRED! That's the one. That annoying feeling I had just before I got kicked out of Pinetrees pathetic excuse for a human body. Tired...just great. When was the last time I even slept? 1874? Ya that's the one.

Maybe just a quick rest...one little snooze. It is quite quiet, this little part of the forest. One I don't exactly recognize, but I'll find my way back later. If there's one thing I've learned, it's that I'm the one with the keen sense of direction in the family.

Just one small rest in the tall grass. I drop from my now aching legs and lay upon the ground. I close my heavy eye and let darkness cloud my vision, as I take a deep breath of the fresh summer air, and...smoke.

Suttle, right? XD - Silver