The soft pneumatic hiss of the bus' suspension snapped the Twins from their nap; Mabel waking faster than Dipper – a side effect of her hyperactivity. It was 11:27 at night, and in spite of the bright colours of her sweater, Mabel was feeling empty – mirroring Dipper's feelings. The "see you next summer" note softened the blow, no doubt, but leaving behind the magical world of Gravity Falls still took a special toll on both of their hearts. Dipper yawned, neck cracking back into place – speedy beaver has some of the worst seats for napping in.
The next hour was a haze; their parents were waiting for them at the bus stop, pleasantries were exchanged, seatbelts were clicked, the roads of piedmont were traversed, bags were carried upstairs, more pleasantries were exchanged, lights were turned off, and the twins, once again, silently slipped into a serene state of slumber.
"That night was very different for the twins. While most people don't dream when they're that exhausted, sleeping (for the first time in ~2 ½ months) in a bed free from bed bugs, the twins had remarkably vivid dreams. Mabel, she dreamed of the Falls, the good parts, the parts she'd miss. Not the constant threat of death that hung over her during Weirdmageddon, not her creepy exes, not the gangly summerween trickster, and definitely not the time(s) that she was nearly killed by a psychotic triangle. No… instead, she dreamt of Candy and Grenda, the joy of woodstick, the good stuff – the dream echoing the hallucinations she'd had while under the influence of smile dip. Dipper however… his experience was different. Very different. Turns out, the Gravity Falls Law Of Weirdness Magnetism isn't as strong as some imagine.