Early morning sunlight filtered in through the curtains, and fell across Mabel's face. She was pale, but looked otherwise healthy. The laceration on her upper arm was healed—the only thing that gave any indication of wound's previous existence was a line of pink scar tissue. The burns on her back from the fireball were still healing, but floating in a makeshift spring in Tad Strange's spare bedroom was hurrying the process along considerably.

"Sirona, can I come in?" a voice called through the door.

Sirona glanced at her charge, to make sure that the current from the spring hadn't dislodged the sheet covering Mabel's naked form.

"Yeah, Dipper, come on in!" chirped Sirona.

Dipper pushed open the door, and took a seat on a moss-covered boulder situated next to the spring. He peered down at his twin's face, hoping to see her staring back at him. Her eyes remained closed.

"She's going to wake up soon, right?" asked Dipper, with a small frown. "It's been a week since she got hurt—isn't magical healing supposed to be faster than this?"

The petite, colorfully tattooed brunette sighed, and looked down at the albino Burmese python slithering up the side of the stone bench on which she was perched.

"How many times has he asked us that, Cecil?" she asked. "I think that's the fourth time since yesterday morning."

The snake reached her lap, and laid its head across it like a dog. Sirona nodded and absently rubbed the top of its head with a finger.

"Cecil says to tell you to be patient," said Sirona. She smiled at the worried satyr. "As I've told you, I can't know for certain when she'll wake up, but yes it should be soon. You have to remember, sweetie, she had third degree burns on her back! Even with magical help, it takes a body a lot of time and energy to come back from an injury like that."

Dipper looked at his hands, sheepishly. "Sorry," he mumbled. "It's just—with her being in a coma, and both Fenris and Arden missing, I'm kind of freaking out."

Sirona raised an eyebrow. "Speaking of Arden, does Puck think he's any closer to tracking her down?"

"Well, when I talked to him last night, he told me he thought he was getting close," said Dipper. "He was able to confirm his suspicion that the creatures that attacked the Gravnemeta were, in fact, daevas."

Sirona pursed her lips. "Oh dear, that's not good at all. And your Norse wolf friend—I wonder where he ran off to? And for that matter, why?"

"I think Fenris blames himself for Mabel getting hurt," said Dipper. "He'd kind of appointed himself Mabel's guardian, so he's probably off somewhere, flagellating himself for failing her. I wish he would come home. None of us thinks that what happened to Mabel was his fault."

"What's that Cecil?" asked Sirona, looking down at the python. "Indeed, I believe you are right." She looked back up at Dipper. "Cecil says that the tendency to always be harder on oneself, more so than one would be on others in the same situation, apparently manifests in gods as well as humans."

"Too right, Cecil," said Dipper, nodding to the snake. "Well, I need to go. It's my shift to guard the Gravnemeta."

"Take care, Dipper," said Sirona. "And don't worry about Mabel—she's a fighter. She'll be up soon."

/

The cheerful tinkling sound of water splashing over rocks was the first thing Mabel noticed when she woke up. She opened her eyes slowly, feeling completely disoriented.

"Wet," she mumbled. She stared up at the ceiling of a darkened room, which was confusing, because she was lying in running water. She slowly sat up, wincing slightly as her movement pulled at the taut, barely healed tissue covering her back.

She looked down, and visually confirmed what she had both heard and felt: she was in what appeared to be a natural spring, surrounded by moss-covered rocks and a stone bench…inside a house. But not her house—not her room.

Mabel then realized that she was in the nude, covered only by a thin sheet, which was just as soaked as she was. She hugged the sheet to her chest, and shivered. The water was lukewarm and pleasant, but sitting up had caused a draft to hit her upper body, instantly chilling her.

"Hello?" Mabel called out. "Is anyone there?"

A light, crunching sound, like something sliding over pebbles, came from her left. Mabel didn't see what was causing it until it slithered into a moonbeam coming in through the window.

"Oh," said Mabel, quietly. "Snake. Big snake." She stared at it, and it flicked its tiny, forked tongue at her. She stuck her tongue out back at it.

Mabel jumped, startled, as the door to the room burst open. She turned, expecting to see Arden, or maybe Dipper, but instead was greeted by a smiling stranger.

"It's about time you woke up, kiddo! You've had everyone worried sick!"

"Uh, sorry?" said Mabel. "Um, who are you?"

"Oh, durr. I'm not so good with introductions. My name is Sirona, and it appears you've already met my buddy, Cecil."

Mabel glanced at the python. "Hi, Cecil."

Cecil nodded to her.

"So, you're a goddess?" prompted Mabel, turning back to face Sirona.

"Yeppers," said Sirona. "Goddess of healing springs and snakes. It's kind of a niche position."

"Healing springs," echoed Mabel. "I guess that explains…" she paused and waved a hand at her surroundings.

"Indeed," said Sirona, in mock seriousness. She leaned over the spring and held a hand out to Mabel. "Now, up you get. I need to have a look at your back, and then you'd probably appreciate some clothing, no?"

Sirona pulled Mabel to her feet, and helped her step out of the water. Mabel still clung to the soggy sheet with one arm, as water slowly trickled down her body. Sirona led Mabel to the stone bench, and traded her soaked sheet for a warm, dry version of the same. Mabel mumbled her thanks.

"Does the skin on your back still feel sore or tight?" asked Sirona. She stood behind Mabel, and ran her cool hands lightly over Mabel's injuries.

"Yeah, kind of," said Mabel. "If I bend too far or move too quickly it feels like it's pulling or something."

"I figured as much," said Sirona. "I'm going to rub a salve on your back that will help continue the healing process. It should moisturize and loosen the scar tissue a bit, so that movement will not cause that pulling sensation."

Mabel sighed as Sirona rubbed the salve into her back, the warmth from the concoction seeping through her skin and down into her tired muscles.

"So where's Arden?" asked Mabel. "She's a healer—why didn't sheheal me?"

"Mabel, what exactly do you remember about the fight that landed you in my care?" asked Sirona.

"Not much," admitted Mabel. "These ugly creatures with wings… and then I saw Fenris, and—oh my God, Fenris! Is he okay?"

"Oh, no worries," said Sirona. "I'm sure the Norse wolf is just fine. He took out one of those nasties with no help from anyone else. He sure has a voice on him, too. Well, 'voice,' I should say, on account of not having human vocal cords. But I heard him calling for help all the way at my clinic in Portland. He was really worried about you."

Mabel narrowed her eyes in confusion. She turned to look at Sirona.

"I'm not sure who you're talking about, but Fenris is my puppy."

Sirona frowned. "Well, I don't know what to tell you, darlin', but I didn't see any puppy at the Gravnemeta. Just a really upset Norse god of destruction." She finished rubbing the salve into Mabel's back, and wiped her hands on a cloth. Without giving Mabel a chance to ask questions, she continued speaking.

"Now, your brother wanted me to inform him as soonas you woke up—but I figured you'd want to be clothed first. There's some clothes in that dresser there. I'm going to blip over and let your brother know you're awake, so you'd best hurry and get dressed."

Without another word, Sirona was gone. Mabel shook her head in confusion, and grabbed a t-shirt, and a pair of oversized gray sweatpants from the dresser. She had just finished pulling up the pants when there was a soft pop behind her, and she was nearly thrown back into the spring by a tacklehug from behind.

"MABEL! Holy crap, don't ever scare me like that again!" cried Dipper.

"Woah, easy on the goods, Dipstick!" said Mabel, with a grin. "I'm still kind of mending."

"Sorry, sorry, sorry!" said Dipper hastily, gently steering Mabel to sit back down on the stone bench. "I'm just so glad you're okay!"

Dipper sat next to Mabel, and grasped her hand. "You've been out for an entire week! Everyone's been crazy worried about you!"

"Is everyone else okay?" asked Mabel.

"Well," said Dipper slowly, "as far as we know…"

"Dipper," said Mabel, frowning, "what is that supposed to mean?" She pulled her hand out of his grasp and folded her arms across her chest.

"It's just—we're not sure where Arden is. You appeared to be alone in the Gravnemeta when the daevas attacked."

"The what?" asked Mabel, her brow furrowed.

"Daevas… they creatures that attacked you," said Dipper. "I'll have to have Puck or Beithe explain them to you, because I'm not even sure I understand."

Mabel nodded, and looked down at the stream.

"What about Fenris?" she asked quietly. "Sirona said she didn't see a puppy when she arrived at the Gravnemeta after the attack, but I knowhe was there." Mabel paused and looked her brother in the eye.

"She did, however, mention a wolf—the Norse god of destruction?"

Dipper's ears turned a deep shade of crimson.

"Yeah… I didn't mean for you to find out like this… I mean, I tried to tell you before, but you thought I was joking, so I just let it go…" Dipper paused, and rubbed the back of his neck. "I should have tried harder to tell you, but I thought it was kind of funny, you treating the Norse god of destruction as a pet…" He trailed off when he met Mabel's eyes.

"So let me get this straight," said Mabel quietly. "Fenris—my little Fenris—is actually the Great Wolf from the Norse legends?"

Dipper nodded, and looked down at his hands.

"So. He's a god," Mabel continued. "The puppy, who has slept with me in my bed every night since he came with you from the Green Realm, is a god."

Dipper nodded again.

"Can he understand what I say?" asked Mabel. "Can you talk to him somehow? Sirona said he had quite a 'voice' on him."

"Yeah," said Dipper, still not meeting his sister's eyes. "He can speak to gods and magical creatures telepathically. He just can't be heard by pure humans. He was pretty upset that he couldn't talk to you. He really cares about you."

Mabel was quiet for several moments, prompting Dipper to look up at her. She was staring absently at the spring.

"Where is he?" she finally asked, her voice devoid of emotion. "If he cares about me so much, why isn't he here?"

"Well, that's the thing," said Dipper. "Fenris kind of blames himself for not being able to protect you. He was really upset. After Sirona arrived and we moved you here for treatment, he ran off. We haven't heard from him since."

"Do you think something bad happened to him?" asked Mabel. The idea of her puppy, alone in the woods (even if he wasa god), gave her a hollow feeling in her chest.

"No," said Dipper confidently. "He can take care of himself. Don't worry, Mabes, we'll find him."

"Okay," said Mabel softly. She hugged herself, and shivered slightly, even though she was now dry.

"Well, it's three-something in the morning," said Dipper. "I know you just woke up, but you should still try to get some rest. I asked Sirona if you could go home to the Shack, and she said you can if someone else stays with you. I'll stay tonight, and then Grenda and Wendy will probably take turns—how does that sound?"

Mabel shrugged. "Sounds okay. Just let me say 'bye to Sirona and Cecil."

Ten minutes later, jar of magical healing salve in hand, Mabel held onto Dipper's elbow as he blipped them over to Mabel's bedroom in the Mystery Shack. She fell into bed, and pretended to fall quickly asleep, but her mind was racing. She felt restless and uneasy without Fenris's small, furry presence. It would take some getting used to the idea that he was, in fact, a god, but nevertheless, she loved him, and was worried that nobody knew where he was.

The cold, gray pre-dawn light had only just started filtering through the triangle-shaped attic window when Mabel finally fell into a dreamless sleep.

/

His heart pounding, Fenris ran full-tilt toward the Gravnemeta. He heard shouting, and assumed it was under attack again. He tripped over an exposed root just before the break in the trees, and stumbled face-first into the loamy forest floor.

Stupid legs.

As he righted himself, he heard a bout of raucous laughter coming from where the shouting had been happening only moments before. He peered around a tree trunk, and sighed. The Gravnemeta wasn't under attack after all—Grenda, Wendy, and Beithe were apparently having a particularly vigorous training session.

Fenris began to slink back into the trees, when he heard a familiar voice call out a greeting.

"Hey guys!" called a grinning Dipper. He carried a duffle bag over one shoulder.

"Dipper, is it true?!" cried Grenda. "Did Mabel really wake up last night?"

Fenris suddenly felt lightheaded. He crept among the trees lining the outside edge of the Gravnemeta, so that he could get closer to his friends, and hear the news about Mabel.

"Yeah, it's true," said Dipper. He slung the duffle bag to the ground and bent over it, pulling out a small crossbow. "She's not one-hundred percent better, but Sirona gave her some salve that is supposed to help her back finish healing. She said someone just has to stay with Mabel to help her out, and apply the salve every so often."

"Sweet!" cried Grenda. "I'm gonna spend the night there tonight. SLUMBER PARTY!" She enthusiastically waved her wooden maul above her head, and did a little shimmy.

"Woah, there, troll-kin," said Beithe, holding up her hands. "She just came out of a coma—she's probably not up for a slumber party just yet."

"But Dipper just said that Mabel needs someone to stay with her if she's gonna recuperate at home!" pouted Grenda, her lower lip protruding slightly.

"Dude, you can totally stay with Mabel," said Wendy, resting an arm on Grenda's shoulder. "If you can tone down your Grenda Enthusiasm just a bit. Think you can handle that?"

Fenris didn't linger to hear the rest of the conversation. Mabel was awake. He set out at a trot in the direction of the Mystery Shack, determined to see for himself that she was okay.

/

The mid-morning light felt pleasant on Mabel's face. Soos had helped her downstairs, and out onto the porch, where she reclined, eyes closed, on the old couch. She was covered in a flannel blanket, due to the chill breeze, but the sunbeam falling across her face was warm.

Mabel had almost drifted off to sleep, when the sunbeam vanished, and from behind her closed eyelids, she noticed a shadow take its place. She opened her eyes and blinked slowly, then shot up in surprise, yelping. There was a dull crack, and Mabel held a hand to her forehead as she saw stars for a moment.

A teenage boy, maybe about fifteen years old, had been bending over Mabel, peering closely at her face. The dull crack had been their foreheads connecting as Mabel sat up in shock. The impact had caused the boy to stumble back into the porch railing, clutching at his brow.

"Holy cheese and crackers, you scared the crap out of me!" cried Mabel. She eased herself up until she was fully sitting, and gave the young man a proper look.

He was pale, but not unhealthily so—in fact, there were splotches of bright red on his cheeks, no doubt due to embarrassment at being caught creeping on Mabel. His shaggy hair was a deep blue-black, unkempt, but not necessarily messy. A few strands fell into his face, and as he swept them aside, Mabel noticed his eyes were a deep, clear blue. He was dressed in tattered, holey jeans, and a threadbare t-shirt. He had a feral look about him, but when Mabel met his eyes, his features softened.

"So, uh, who are you, and why did I open my eyes to find you less than five inches from my face?" asked Mabel, attempting to sound nonchalant.

The boy bit his lip, his brow furrowed. He looked like he was concentrating. He opened his mouth, but instead of talking, he coughed hoarsely.

"You okay?" asked Mabel. "Need water or something?"

The boy shook his head in the negative. He opened his mouth again, let out a loud belch, and then slapped his hands over his mouth, eyes wide.

Mabel laughed, which made the boy smile in spite of himself.

"What's the matter, cat got your tongue?" teased Mabel. The boy crinkled his nose, and sneezed softly. Mabel felt the smile slip from her face. Why did that seem so familiar?

"Yes or no questions, it is, I guess," said Mabel softly. She patted the seat next to her. "Sit down. So—are you from around here?"

The boy slowly crouched over the sofa, until he was a couple inches from the seat, then he collapsed down onto the cushion awkwardly. He turned and faced Mabel, and shook his head no.

"Okay," said Mabel. "Not from around here… are you from another country?"

The boy scrunched up his features, trying to figure out how to answer her. He settled on a half-nod, half-shake, which made his head sway like Stevie Wonder.

"I'm guessing that's yes andno?" said Mabel, lifting a single eyebrow in confusion.

The boy simply nodded this time.

Mabel sighed. "So, if you're not, this is going to sound crazy—but based on your previous answer… are you a god?"

The boy met her gaze, his blue eyes intense. He nodded.

Mabel blew out the breath she didn't realize she'd been holding.

"What pantheon?" she asked.

The boy tilted his head to the side, and arched his brow.

"Oh, sorry, not yes or no," mumbled Mabel. "Okay, then: are you from the Celtic or Gaulish pantheons like my brother and Puck and Arden?"

The boy shook his head no.

Mabel looked down at her hands. Her heart began to beat faster.

"Are you a Norse god?" she asked quietly, meeting his eyes.

A nod.

Mabel swallowed hard. "Do you know Fenris? Or could you get a message to him? I don't know where he is—" She cut herself off, and waited for an answer.

The boy nodded, the corners of his mouth twitching upward. Then he touched his chest.

Mabel searched his face, her eyes narrowed. "What's that supposed to mean?"

The boy chuckled, and touched his chest again. Then, the held both hands on top of his head, like pointed dog ears, and made a quiet whuffling sound. He grinned, and touched his chest again.

Mabel stared at him, eyes wide. "Fen?" she whispered.

The boy smiled and nodded.

/

"MABEL! YOU'RE ALIVE!"

Mabel jerked awake at Grenda's excited shouting. She was still on the porch sofa, laying down, with the flannel blanket tucked firmly around her. She sat up and looked around for Fenris, and her stomach dropped.

Fenris wasn't there. But he hadbeen there. Hadn't he? She didn't remember falling back asleep. But she remembered the boy with the shaggy black hair, and piercing blue eyes—the boy who couldn't talk. Mabel was sure she couldn't have dreamed something like that.

But where was he? If he was real, why had he left?

Mabel swallowed back the lump in her throat, and attempted to sound cheerful.

"Yup, I'm alive and kicking!"

"Awesome!" cried Grenda. "Wendy and Dipper are on their way over. We wanted to eat dinner together."

"Who's keeping watch over the Gravnemeta, then?" asked Mabel. "Dipper had said a bunch of you had been taking shifts?"

"Your Grunkles have the night shift tonight," said Grenda. "Have you SEEN how many fancy guns Ford has? Cause it's a lot. Like, a lota lot!"

The side of Mabel's mouth twitched upward. "Grunkle Ford certainly likes his fancy guns."

"Hey, are y'all planning to come in and eat, or not?" called Dipper cheerfully, popping his head out the screen door.

"Huh," said Grenda thoughtfully, as she extended a hand to help Mabel to her feet. "I always forget that they can instantaneously blip pretty much anywhere. Seems like a useful skill to have."

Soos and Melody joined Mabel, Grenda, Dipper, and Wendy for dinner. They noshed on pizza and breadsticks, washing it down with Pitt Cola.

"Hey, Mabel, you're being real quiet," observed Soos, through a mouthful of pizza. "Still don't feel good?"

Mabel sat down the crust she was nibbling on. In truth, she'd been preoccupied with trying to figure out if she'd really met a human-shaped Fen, or just dreamed it.

"I guess I'm still pretty worn out," she said. "Hey Dip… when Sirona told you about my injuries, did she mention brain damage?"

Dipper arched an eyebrow at his sister, and washed down the bite of pizza he'd been chewing on with a sip of soda before replying.

"Do you…feelbrain damaged?"

Mabel rolled her eyes. "No. I just had a really weird dream earlier about…well, it wasn't a normal dream."

"Was it a sexydream?" asked Grenda. "With sexy boys?"

"Ew, Grenda," said Wendy, flicking a pepperoni at the younger girl. "Get your hormones in check, girl!"

Grenda calmly wiped the pepperoni off her cheek and ate it. "I was just curious," she mumbled, with a shrug.

"Guh, nevermind," said Mabel. She slid her chair back from the table. "I'm really tired. Sorry to be a party pooper, but I think I'm going to turn in early tonight."

"But, slumber party?" pouted Grenda.

"I don't really feel like company tonight… and I doubt I'd be much fun," said Mabel. "Rain check, Grenda?"

"But Mabel, Sirona said you needed someone to stay with you, for the salve and stuff," protested Dipper.

Nobody but Melody seemed to notice that Mabel was on the brink of tears.

"Dipper, it's okay," Melody spoke up. "I'm here. I'll help Mabel with her salve, and if she needs anything, I'm just downstairs, and she can text or call me."

"Yeah, dudes, Melody's got this," added Soos. "She's real good at playing nurse."

The room went silent, except for Soos' chewing. He was completely oblivious that his 'playing nurse' comment had caused everyone else to awkwardly stare at their plates or the ceiling.

Melody rolled her eyes and stood up. "Let's get you up to bed, then, sweetie."

/

Fenris stood at the edge of the woods, long after all the lights in the Mystery Shack were turned off for the night. He stared intently at the triangular attic window, beyond which Mabel lay in bed. She'd seemed very happy to see him, which thrilled him to no end. He had been worried she would be upset that he'd pretended to be her pet.

She'd had a lot of questions for him, but unfortunately he wasn't able to answer them yet. He had never before attempted to take human form. In fact, prior to his transformation, he hadn't been sure it was even possible, seeing as he was the Great Wolf. Most of the week that Mabel was in a coma, Fenris spent attempting to learn how to walk and run bipedally, and to use his hands and fingers—appendages he'd never had to deal with before. It only occurred to him, upon attempting to communicate with Mabel earlier that afternoon, that speaking with a human mouth and vocal cords was more complicated than barking or howling.

After Mabel finally understood that the boy in front of her was Fenris, she kept trying to engage him in conversation, but their conversation was limited to yes and no questions. Finally she'd given up, and they sat in amicable silence until her eyelids started to droop. Once he was sure she was asleep, Fenris had laid her back on the sofa and tucked the blanket around her, before making his way back into the woods. He wasn't ready to face anyone else yet. He felt vulnerable in his new form, and wanted to gain his bearings before unveiling Fenris 2.0 to his friends.

But he missed Mabel. He missed hearing her heartbeat as he drifted off to sleep. He missed her cheerful optimism in the face of adversity. In the short while since he'd appointed himself Mabel's guardian, she'd become an essential piece of him. He lived to make her happy. When he was with Mabel, he wasn't Fenrir, god of destruction, with an inescapable destiny, doomed to bring about the end of the world—he was just Fen.

Fenris sighed, and ran his fingers through his hair—a trick he'd picked up from seeing Dipper do it often. He squared his shoulders resolutely, and made his way to the back door of the Mystery Shack, where he located the hidden key, and let himself inside.

/

Mabel was tired, but she couldn't sleep. She kept replaying her encounter with Fenris in her head. It felt too real to be a dream—she'd never had a dream that lifelike. The curve of his lips when he smiled, the clear, deep intensity of his eyes—she didn't think she was capable of making up such seemingly unimportant, yet vivid, details.

What she found truly strange, however, was that human Fenris didn'tfeel strange. He had been a puppy, and now he was human—and Mabel found herself just accepting the fact.

Mabel sighed, and rolled onto her side, her arms instinctively reaching out to hold her puppy. She sniffled, and wiped at the single tear that rolled down her cheek.

A creak of the stairs, and a footfall on the landing in front of her attic bedroom startled Mabel. She leaned up on her elbow.

"Melody?" she called softly, as the door creaked open.

"No," came the gruff, but soft, reply.

"Fenris?" breathed Mabel. She sat fully up in bed, and grabbed her cell phone from the bedside table, turning it on so that the lit screen dimly illuminated the room.

Fenris walked hesitantly forward, his eyes shining. Mabel reached out, and took one of his hands in hers.

"Where'd you go earlier? I'd almost convinced myself that you were a dream!"

Fenris opened his mouth, and blew out a breath, then shook his head.

"Oh, sorry," said Mabel sheepishly. "I forgot—yes or no only." She patted the edge of the bed, and he sat down.

"So, you are real, right?" Mabel asked, poking him in the arm.

Fenris chuckled, and nodded. He placed a palm against her cheek, and leaned in until he could touch his forehead to hers.

"I…missed," he said.

Mabel felt momentarily lightheaded. She pulled back and met his eyes.

"I've missed you too, Fen," she said softly. "So… you're learning to speak like a human?"

Fenris nodded and smiled, holding a hand up to his mouth. "Feels weird."

"I'll bet," said Mabel with a nod. "It's quite a bit different than what you had been working with."

Before Fenris could respond, Mabel let loose a long, jaw-cracking yawn.

"Tired," he said. It wasn't a question.

"Yeah, I really am. I'm just not used to falling asleep without my pup—without you." Mabel was glad the room was dark, because she was blushing furiously.

Fenris looked down at his feet. "Sorry."

"Sorry? For what?" asked Mabel.

"No more small fuzzy," he replied softly.

Mabel leaned in and hugged Fenris tightly. "That's silly, Fen. You're here now. I don't care that you're not a puppy anymore."

Fenris practically melted in Mabel's arms. He'd never experienced a hug as a human before. It was quite different than being held as a puppy. He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed gently.

"Hug sleep?" came his whispered suggestion.

Mabel wiped her suddenly runny eyes, and nodded. They lay down, facing each other, and she curled up against Fenris, her head nestled against his chest, under his chin. He slung an arm over her, his hand resting on the back of her neck.

As Mabel drifted off to sleep, she felt the rumble of his chest, as he spoke softly into her hair.

"Night, Mabel. Love you."

/

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Hey lovelies! I haven't really been leaving notes at the ends of my chapters like I normally do, since this is all a repost. I do, however, want to thank those of you who have made it this far, profusely. The Gravity Falls fandom seems less active now than it was when I originally posted Worlds Apart, so it is a little disheartening that it isn't getting the numbers it used to. But I don't really care about numbers so much as engagement... therefore, it would really mean a lot to me if you'd leave a review, letting me know what you think. Getting feedback from readers really motivates me, and would really give me the push I need to work on finishing Worlds End, so that by the time I'm done posting all I'd written previously, I'll have new chapters to post.

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