The three of them arrived home around noon, Stan decided to order a pizza. None of them had eaten well over the weekend. Pizza may not have been the healthiest choice but it was better than nothing.

Mabel settled on the floor in the living room, and to both Stan's and Ford's delight she picked up her knitting material and began making a sweater. It gave them hope to see that Mabel was once again trying to return to her old passions.

Their peace was once again cut short by a ring of the telephone. Stan headed over to answer it, figuring it was someone else wanting to check on Mabel, little did he know how off base he was.

"Hello, Stan, this is Deputy Durland. I'm afraid I have some difficult news: this morning Brad was released on bail."

Stan nearly dropped the phone out of his hands. "HE WAS WHAT?" This immediately caught the attention of Mabel and Ford who were now standing in the doorway listening.

"We set his bond at 100,000 dollars, Mr. Pines. We thought that would keep him here, but someone came in this morning and paid it off. This doesn't mean he is off the hook, it just means we can't hold him until he is convicted in a court of law. Technically, he's innocent until proven guilty."

"INNOCENT? INNOCENT? I SAW THAT BASTARD ON TOP OF MY NIECE WITH A KNIFE TO HER THROAT ABOUT TO RAPE HER! SHE'S THE INNOCENT ONE HERE!

"Mr. Pines, I know, but the law is the law and needs to be applied to everyone fairly."

"FAIR? YOU WANT TO HEAR ABOUT FAIR? IS IT FAIR THAT THESE TWO KIDS LOSE BOTH THEIR PARENTS AND RELOCATE THEIR WHOLE LIVES? IS IT FAIR THAT ALL THEY HAVE LEFT IS ME AND MY BROTHER WHO KNOW NOTHING HOW TO RAISE THEM? IS IT FAIR THAT THE SWEETEST GIRL IN GRAVITY FALLS HAD HER INNOCENCE ROBBED FROM HER? IS IT FAIR THAT FOR THE PAST 52 HOURS SHE'S BEEN IN A NON-STOP STATE OF PANIC? IS IT FAIR THAT SHE CAN'T FALL ASLEEP UNLESS MY BROTHER OR I ARE WITH HER? IS IT FAIR THAT SHE GOES INTO A FULL PANIC WHEN SHE CAN'T FIND US? IS ANY OF THAT FAIR?"

Poor Mabel didn't even know what was going on, but seeing her Grunkle like this was upsetting. Ford knelt beside her and tried to calm her fears.

"He's under strict surveillance, Mr. Pines. I can assure you nothing will happen. We are working hard to schedule a trial as soon as possible so that he can be brought to justice. In the meantime, if there is anything you or your family need..."

Stan slammed the phone down and collapsed to his knees before he could hear another word.

Mabel slowly unleashed herself from Ford's arms and walked over to try to comfort her Grunkle Stan. "What...what happened Grunkle Stan?" she whispered, as she grabbed his hands.

Stan pulled her into his arms, "Sweetie...Brad...Brad was released on bail until the trial…" Ford's mouth fell open in disbelief, but Mabel remained silent. "The police are watching his every move. They won't let him near you. He'll still go to jail. Everything's gonna be okay."

She just stared blankly at Stan for a moment. This scared him. "Honey? Can you say something?"

Suddenly, Mabel took deep loud inhales. Her breathing became more rapid as sweat formed on her forehead. She swayed backward but was caught by Ford, who recognized what was happening immediately.

"Mabel, honey, it's alright. Calm down."

But it was too late. Mabel was in a full-blown panic attack.

"Ford, get her some water," Stan said as he picked Mabel up in his arms. He laid her down on the couch putting a pillow under her head to get her comfortable. "Sweetie, relax. It's okay. Relax."

Ford returned with a glass of water. He scooped up some water with his fingers and wiped it on Mabel's sweating forehead. "Shh, shh, shh, shh, Mabel, it's alright. Everything's going to be alright."

"Give me your hand, sweetie." Stan held Mabel's hand letting her squeeze it tight. "You don't have to be scared. He won't come near you, okay? We're not gonna let him hurt you, we promise."

Ford laid his hand gently on Mabel's head. "Remember what we said in Tad's office, Mabel? We'll die before we let anyone lay a hand on you. We'll protect you. We will always protect you."

Stan had an idea. "Mabel, uh, remember the pamphlet thingy? Maybe you should try that?"

"Yes, that's a good idea," said Ford. "Take deep breaths. In and out."

Mabel obeyed her uncles' advice, breathing in and out like how she was shown in the pamphlet. After over a minute, her panic attack finally subsided as her breathing returned to normal.

She laid on the couch with her eyes closed as Stan continued to hold her hand while Ford stroked her hair. They both watched her in anticipation.

"I'm so tired…" she finally said in a quiet voice.

"Do you want to take a nap sweetheart?" Ford offered. "I'll lay down with you."

"No... no... I'm tired of crying, I'm tired of being afraid, I'm tired of feeling every step forward has three steps back. I didn't know before this weekend how much one person could take from me." A look a defiant determination came over Mabel. "But I'm tired of letting Brad take my life from me. I'm ready to take it back. And if I have to go to a courthouse and tell the whole world what that monster did just so I can get my life back, then that's what I'm going to do."

Both men smiled at her. "We're proud of you, Mabel," said Ford.

"Brad won't know what hit him. He'll be sorry he ever messed with Mabel Pines."