Dipper ran down the stairs of the Mystery Shack, praying to anyone who would listen that Bill would still be in one piece, with one heart still beating when he got to his love. he felt too slow and too fast at the same time, everything taking the wrong amount of time. He didn't even bother to put shoes on because he knew it would take hours to do.

"Hey, Dipper, why are running around? In your pajamas, even?" Mabel's cheerful voice asked him from the kitchen. He was about to blow her off when he realized that she was awake. She shouldn't be awake. Bill didn't usually bluff about thing he'd do or had done. He had enough under his belt to scare everyone short of the Axolotl.

"Hey, Mabel, do you think Bill's previously cast spells go away when he dies?" Mabel nodded.

"I'm pretty sure Grunkle Ford's said that before. Why?"

"Uh, we'll talk later Mabel. I have something I need to take care of!" Dipper tried to jog off again, but Mabel caught his arm.

"Dipper. You can talk to me. Spill."

"Well... oh man, why don't you just come with me. I don't even know how to explain this." Mabel nodded, seriously, more serious than Dipper could ever remember her. Like she knew some important's life was in danger. They ran out the door together, and Dipper quickly explained what had happened.

"So, do you know where cliffs are?" Mabel nodded again. "Maybe you should go hit ones on that side of town and I'll do the other?"

"Okay! Mystery Twins!" Mabel shouted before running off. Dipper almost found the will to laugh as he ran the other way.

Dipper could swear it was hours that he searched. He looked around and in between and all over every conceivable cliff in the town of Gravity Falls and outside it by just a little bit, but presumably Bill still couldn't leave the town boundaries. He would have bragged about it before now. But he didn't find Bill anywhere. He didn't find his body, either, which was a cold comfort in the face of this scenario. Then he saw it. His eyes widened and he couldn't quite believe it, but it was Bill on top of a the Gravity Falls History Museum building. His golden figure shined like fire in the night, even though it was the middle of the day by now. He was on the edge and no one was stopping him. He had probably enchanted them or something. There was a beam of sunlight shining down on him, and Dipper was stunned, but only for a moment. In that moment, Bill began to plummet from the top of the building, his body was already half-limp, his eyes catching Dipper's just as he hit the ground. Dipper screamed, louder and louder, probably louder than he'd ever done so before. Bill's body hit the ground with a bright splatter of blood and Dipper couldn't stop the tears forming in his eyes, couldn't stop them pouring down around him like butter off a pancake. Dipper ran over to Bill's body, still screaming, still moaning, still sobbing, still frozen, but not breathing either. It was how it happened, and Dipper couldn't take his mind of that fact that he had basically caused it. He had pushed Bill to this limit, he had pushed him. Dipper fell to his knees, suddenly silent, and the passerby made a path around him, not even seeming to notice that someone was dead and another someone was crying his eyes out over the dead boy.

"Medic! Ambulance! Someone!" Dipper screamed, and when he did, a person turned around.

"Do you need a doct- Oh lord Jesus Christ!" The man said, putting his hand on his heart when he looked at Bill. "I'll take him, you follow me. Are you family of any kind?" The doctor asked, picking Bill up bridal style, but much more carefully, and rushing off. Dipper followed.

"I'm not family, but I was his boyfriend."

"Does he have any family?"

"Not that I know of. Nobody alive, anyway..." Dipper trailed off, realizing that he actually didn't know what had happened to Bill's family. He just knew it hadn't been pretty. "Can I call my sister?" The doctor nodded and as they stepped in to the air conditioned hospital lobby, Dipper pulled out his cell phone and called Mabel.

"Hey bro-bro! You save your boyf yet?" Mabel sounded cheery. She always sounded cheery.

"No, actually, a doctor is helping him right now... I didn't make it in time, but luckily the building he jumped from wasn't extremely high."

"I thought you said it was a cliff." Mabel sounded almost sad. Almost not cheery.

"I thought it was a cliff too... he must've been confused, like a bird that flies into a window." Dipper choked down another sob. "Can you just come here? We're at the Gravity Falls General Hospital, right next to Skull Fracture."

"I'll be there in five," Mabel assured him, and hung up.

Dipper had been following the doctor while he was talking to Mabel, and he realized he had no idea where they were. Dipper and the doctor stood in a room with Bill laying on a bed. This felt so wrong, because Dipper should be the one restrained on a bed. It was how they had started off the day, so why couldn't they end it that way?

"Can you go back to the waiting room young man? We'll call you back when he's awake and okay." Dipper nodded numbly. The sight of a pale, sleeping Bill on a hospital bed made him feel like oil had been spilled inside his stomach. He walked slowly back to the waiting room/lobby and sat down. He was the only one there. He wasn't quite sure how he got back there, but he chalked it up to having a good sense of direction. As he sat down, Mabel ran in, pushing past and old lady in a wheelchair. She sat down beside him, smiling.

"Is he gonna be okay?" Dipper shrugged. "How long have you been waiting?" Dipper shrugged. "Why aren't you walking to me?" Dipper shrugged. "Okay. You can start talking whenever. I wanna read this magazine!" Mabel picked up magazine from the end table that read Human in big letters on the front. It also had a picture of the Sev'ral Times boys on it. Dipper couldn't think or feel, he couldn't even seem to see how crazy it was that Bill, the egomaniac, had committed suicide. He would've laughed at that but now, it didn't even seem to be in his field of vision. He couldn't think or feel, he just couldn't. Maybe he wouldn't let himself, he pondered as he stared up at the eggshell-colored ceiling. Maybe if he let himself think or feel at all he would break down, just like Bill had. He wondered if that would really be such a bad thing. He fell asleep with the slow, distant beating of his own heart as a lullaby.

"Dipper Pines?" A voice said, waking him. It must be the middle of the night, he thought, looking out of the automatic glass doors. He stood up.

"Yes?"

"The patient is awake."