[Sorry about the late post guys, things are kind of hectic right now. But enough about that. Here it is. The big one. The one that answers the question on everyone's mind. Stay tuned, and I hope you enjoy!]

Pacifica sat on a bench outside the mystery shack, listening to Mabel's sobbing. Her heart felt like it had just been hit by a bus. This… This is all my fault… she thought, tears slowly forming in her eyes. The bright morning sun in the horizon only made her feel guiltier. Everything was supposed to be perfect… I ruined everything… I was so selfish… she cried.

Pacifica looked behind her, the sobbing ever persisting as time went on. She sat there for a long while, before talking a choking deep breath. She stood up and turned, looking through the open doorway at the lonely girl. Slowly, carefully, she took a few steps inside, however she hadn't anticipated how crickety the old floorboards were. Mabel looked up with an expression Pacifica couldn't determine.

"I thought I told you to leave…" Mabel said in a low voice, menace in her tone. Pacifica barely found her words. "Mabel, I-" she stammered. "No. No excuses. No petty apologies. You toyed with me… you twisted my brother… just get out…" Mabel said, staring into her.

Pacifica winced, but stood firm. "Mabel… I'm sorry. And this isn't a petty apology. You deserve an explanation…" she said hopefully. Mabel still looked like she was prepared to throw her off a cliff, but remained quiet.

Pacifica spoke thoughtfully, "I… well… that day of the party, when your brother saved my life… I started having feelings for him. And I figured, your brother is, well, your brother. And I'm a snobby, bitchy heiress. He would never like me… so… I made a deal…"

Mabel's eyes shot open. She grabbed on to Pacifica's shoulders and glared at her, "YOU WHAT!? YOU MADE A DEAL WITH BILL!? FOR MY BROTHER!?" she yelled angrily. Pacifica shook her head frantically. "NO… not Bill, he said his name was Sam…" she said desperately. Mabel's heart skipped a beat, and her hands shot to her mouth, holding back a gasp. "He… he was with you… last night…" Pacifica stammered.

No… that… that's not true… Sam would never… he wouldn't…

Pacifica stared at her longingly, "Mabel, I need you to know how truly ashamed I am for what I did. I was desperate, and selfish, and I can't expect you to ever trust me or forgive me again… but right now…I need your help".

Mabel looked at her accusingly. "I'm sorry, why on earth would I ever help you with anything?" she asked. Pacifica sniffled, but continued. "Mabel… I love your brother. Not like a petty crush, Like I'm in love with him. And I know he was yours first, and I had no right to take him away like I did… but now Sam took him away from both of us" she said.

Mabel looked at her crestfallen, "I don't believe you. About Sam. About your stupid deal or whatever. It was probably Bill saying he was Sam, or something. But all I know is that now… you've put my brother in danger. If Bill's involved, they both are…"

Mabel turned and headed upstairs. As she was on her way, however, sphe looked back. Pacifica's head was hung, tears forming down her face. Mabel sighed; I am so going to regret this… "…Are you coming or what?" she asked.

Pacifica coughed behind tears and looked at her. "I… I thought…". "Hey princess, if you really care about my brother, then you are going to do everything exactly as I say. If I'm going to rescue Dipper… I'm going to need your help…" she said begrudgingly. Pacifica gasped, but then beamed and nodded her head, an empathetic look on her face. "Ok! Ok… what do we do?" she asked enthusiastically.

Mabel closed her eyes, thinking back. "Well, in order to use the portal, it took Grunkle Stan thirty years to find all three journals. But now Dipper has them all, wherever he is. Grunkle Ford would never just let us go back through, he's too paranoid. There's got to be something…" She pondered.

"Who's Ford?" Pacifica asked. Mabel looked up, but then realized they had never actually met. "The guy you saw me with last night wasn't Stan. Ford is his twin brother. He's brilliant… but he's kind of broken and bitter. Especially to Stan. He kind of trapped Ford in another dimension for thirty years on the other side of the portal. He… never really forgave him for that one…"

Pacifica went on alert, "Wait… aren't Sam and Dipper trapped there now!?" she asked worriedly. Mabel shook her head, "No… I don't think so. They went somewhere else, to find another Dipper. He's going to help us defeat Bill, somehow." she replied.

Pacifica breathed out a sigh of relief, "So, how are we getting there?" she asked. Mabel thought for a moment. "Well… There's only one place I can think of that Ford could have instructions to turn the portal on… but it's a long shot" she admitted.

Pacifica smiled and nodded her head, "Lead the way… Let's go save Dipping sauce" she said, wiping away a tear. Mabel turned, not letting Pacifica see the small smile forming on her face.

They headed upstairs to the twins' room, Mabel looking under Dipper's bed while Pacifica explored aimlessly. "What exactly are we looking for?" Pacifica called out. Mabel searched through the clutter, before smiling. "This" she replied, holding up some kind of key.

"What's that for?" Pacifica asked confused. Mabel smiled knowingly, "This here is the president's key. Supposedly, it can open any lock in America. My guess is that if we have any chance of getting into Grunkle Ford's office, this is it".

The duo ran downstairs, when suddenly Mabel had an idea. She grabbed some leftover fairy dust, and entered the elevator alongside Pacifica. As the elevator door opened, both girls held their breath, and Mabel slowly turned the key into the hole. To their delight, they heard a metal click, and the door swung open.

"MABEL!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? HOW DID YOU GET IN-" Ford shouted, before Mabel threw the fairy dust into his face. Instantly, Ford dropped to the floor, unmoving. "Is… is he ok…?" Pacifica asked worriedly. Mabel walked over the limp body, "He's resting"

Pacifica carefully stepped over him, delicately studying the room. "…Um… Mabel… Why are there pictures of Bill everywhere…?" Pacifica asked, now feeling scared. "Oh… wellthatsbecauseFordgotpossesedandnowhe'sborderlineinsane but who cares! We've got research to do missy!" Mabel replied excitedly.

Mabel and Pacifica searched the room for a good long while, getting more frustrated as time passed. Suddenly Pacifica tripped over what she assumed was Ford's arm, but looking back, it seemed to be something he was holding. She picked it up, and looked at the cover, excitement and confusion forming in her expression.

"Hey Mabel… you said that there were only three journals, right?" she asked. Mabel, not paying full attention, asked, "Yeah why?"

Pacifica coughed, and when Mabel turned, she saw a red, leather bound book in Pacifica's hands, a clear number 4 written atop a golden six fingered hand. Her eyes went wide, "Oh… My… God… DIPPER'S GONNA FLIP A DIP DIP!" she yelled.

Pacifica cringed, "Never… never say that again…" Mabel rolled her eyes and took the book, laying it atop Ford's desk. Come on, portal instructions… Mabel hoped as she opened the first page.

Her eyes suddenly sprang open. Wait… Sammy? What…

...You'll probably want to keep this on the low down. For Mabel's sake...

Why…?

Mabel turned the page. At first she was confused, but then her hand bolted to her mouth in shock. Pacifica looked up, "Mabel! What's wrong?" she asked worriedly. Mabel didn't reply. Pacifica stood next to her and looked over her shoulder, looking down on the book. While it was largely compromised of diagrams and notes, two distinct words were written clearly atop the page.

The Archangels