The sight was almost too much for Stan to handle. The home he had lived in for so long, made so many memories, lost relationships and found them again, was nothing but ash.

Stan walked through the wreckage looking for anything that could be salvaged. Not expensive things, or things he could pawn off, but sentimental things that he, Ford, and the twins could treasure. Something to hold on to from the old place. After losing his memory during Weirdmageddon, he learned the value of sentimental objects.

What Stan wanted to find the most was a picture. It was terribly cheesy, but he knew that it was one thing that no amount of insurance could replace.

As he and the lawyer surveyed the damage, however, it was looking like a lost cause. Room after room was heartbreakingly barren. Everything was so damaged it was hardly recognizable.

The only thing that remained, oddly enough, was that old beaten up armchair. It was probably one of the oldest things in the original shack, but as far as physical objects were concerned, it was also the most valuable.

What was funny about the chair was how it sort of evolved with the Pines family. At the start of the summer one person typically only enjoyed the chair at a time. Stan could recall early summer nights where he would be sitting on the chair while the kids, still cautious of their summer caretaker, would sit on the floor.

As time went on, however, the kids had slowly and naturally become more comfortable with Stan. He could recall teasing them about missing his armrests with the two of them perched on opposite sides, but he never tried to hide that he liked it. It was almost like the chair was a fixture of their newly-formed family. Stan was glad to know that the chair would be with them as they attempted to move on.

Stan continued searching around until he spotted something underneath the rubble. It was Mabel's beloved scrapbook, the book that his family used to bring him back when he lost his memory. The cover was burnt but intact. When he opened it, however, it crushed him to see that the inside was now nothing but ash. All the work Mabel put into it was now nothing but a worthless black pile. This was the second time in his life Stan had to watch his memories be burned away. Stan collapsed into the chair, unable to go through the wreckage any longer.

"Mr. Pines? I may have found something." Brendon walked over to Stan and handed him a picture. "Some of the edges burned off, but it's something."

Stan looked down in disbelief. Of all the pictures that could have survived, this was probably the most meaningful of all. Stan took it as a sign. "Thank you."

Brenden put a sympathetic hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry, Mr. Pines, I will make sure you and your family receive justice for all you've lost."

"No way, I fold!" said Ford as he set his cards down.

"Me too," said Dipper.

"Ha! Suckers! I was bluffing!" said Mabel.

Ford and Dipper both groaned and facepalmed.

Stan, who had just returned to the hospital, quietly lingered in the doorway smiling at his family. After seeing the wreckage that used to be home, he had to remind himself what was truly important was right here in the hospital room.

"Hey, Grunkle Stan!" Mabel greeted finally noticing him.

"Hey, pumpkin. You doing okay?"

"Yeah, I've been busy beating these suckers at cards!" Mabel giggled as Ford and Dipper pouted. "I used my poker face like you taught me! Plus I cheated," she admitted with a mischievous grin.

"I knew it!" Dipper said.

"I should have known! Stan used to cheat at cards all the time when we were kids."

"That's my girl," Stan said ruffling her hair.

Mabel rubbed her head indicating it was still sore.

"Are you alright, sweetheart?" Ford asked. "Do you need more medicine?"

"No, it's just sore. But you heard the doctor, the sooner I can wean off these meds, the sooner I can get out of here. I'm already tired of this place! It has zero color! I mean white isn't even a color! It's a lack of color. It's anti-color!"

"You'll be outta here soon enough, kiddo," Stan promised.

"What about you Grunkle Stan. How was the shack?" Mabel asked despite having little hope that anything could have been saved.

Stan sighed before pasting on his best showman smile. "We're gonna get it fixed, pumpkin. You'll see, it'll be good as new! Hey! Maybe we can see about finally getting you and Dipper your own rooms! And the smelly old armchair survived so you knuckleheads can still hog the armrests!" he said as he gave both kids affectionate noogies.

"So…everything else is gone, huh?" Mabel asked sadly.

Stan's smile dropped. "I did find one thing."

He handed Mabel the picture he had found. She looked at it in shock. Dipper leaned in close, also shocked, but grateful, that this picture was saved. "It's…"

"Mom and Dad," Dipper finished.

The siblings looked down at the picture. It had been taken when they were babies. Dad was holding Mabel and Mom was holding Dipper. It was obvious even from the still photo that baby Mabel couldn't hold still as she was slightly blurred. Dipper was shyly hiding his face into his mother's shirt. Most parents try to force their kids to get a good picture or give up and smile for the camera. But Dad was laughing along with Mabel. He had always been just a big a goofball as his daughter. And Mom was comforting her camera-shy son. She had always been sensitive and nurturing. Always thinking about others before herself.

Tears spilled out of the siblings' eyes. Mabel leaned her head on her brother's shoulder. Dipper put his arm around Mabel's shoulder and leaned his head against hers.

"I miss them so much, Dipper."

"I know. Me too."

"Do…do you think they'd be proud of me?"

"I know they would be."

"How?"

Dipper sniffed and pulled away so he can look his sister in the eyes. "Because I'm so proud of you."

"But I've caused so much trouble…all because I trusted Brad…he took everything from us…"

"No, Mabel, he didn't," Dipper gently brushed Mabel's hair off her face as he smiled at her. "He didn't take you…and you are everything to us." Losing his parents had been hard, but losing his sister…he didn't know how he could have gone on. "You're more than just my sister, you're my best friend. I don't care about any of the stuff I lost. All I care about is you."

Mabel smiled as more tears slipped down her face. "Thanks, bro-bro."

"Besides, none of this is your fault. We've told you that so many times and we'll keep telling you until you believe it. It's not your fault, okay?" Dipper took her hand and squeezed it tight. "We're gonna make the people who hurt you pay. And we're gonna get our lives back."

Mabel smiled and opened her arms wide. "Awkward sibling hug?"

Dipper opened his own arms. "Sincere sibling hug."

The two siblings held each other tight never wanting to let go. Their uncles watched them with huge smiles on their faces. They could already see that these two were much smarter than either of them. Smart enough to realize how much they need each other and smart enough to stay together forever.