Day 80:

Dipper sighed as he collapsed onto the hotel bed. He was sharing a room with three other guys for the first stop of the trip, Philadelphia. He'd be doing a two week study on poltergeists and EVP at the infamous East State Peniteniary equipment before th study away moved to New Orleans. They'd travelled all day, and he was exhausted. None the less, as his two room mates, a burly guy named George Core, and a short boy with thick glasses named Drew Klim, began unpacking, he rolled over on his stomach and clicked on the facetime icon. The phone rang a few times before Dipper saw Pacifica smiling face appear.

"Hiiiii!" she smiled and waved.

"Hello, Beautiful Princess," Dipper smiled. "How are you tonight?"

"I'm good. How are you? Did you finally make it to Philadelphia?"

"Finally," Dipper rolled his eyes. "I thought we'd never get here. I was starting to think we were in a time loop."

Pacifica chuckled. "Long drive, huh?"

"Not only that, you thought Stan was bad at driving. This man we are calling a professor? I don't even know how he got his license, much less a PHD!"

Pacifica burst out laughing.

"I was sitting in that back seat praying! Lord, I've got a wife. I've got a baby on the way. I cannot die tonight!"

Pacifica laughed again. "But you're there and safe now, right?"

"Yeah, I made it. So, enough about me, how are you? What have you been up to?"

"Who you talking to?" Drew asked from where he was sitting on his bed.

"My wife. Pacifica this is one of my roomates Drew…"

"Hi!" Pacifica waved.

"Hello," Drew waved back.

"And this is George, the other roomate."

"Hi."

"Hmph." George shrugged as he shuffled into the bathroom.

Dipper frowned a little at his rudeness, but then went back to talking to his wife.

"Where were we? Oh, yeah, how ya doin'?"

"I'm doing fine. Mabel and I ate at Lazy Susan's for lunch with Candy and Grenda."

"Yeah?"

"Mm-hmm."

"How are they doing?"

"Fine. Candy is dating someone now , apparently."

"Oh, is she?"

"Yup!"

"Who?"

"That's not for me to say."

"Aw, c'mon!"

"Nope, you'll have to ask her."

"Now that's not fair! You can't just tell me something like that and not follow through on it!"

Pacifica just smiled coyly. Dipper frowned. "You're the worst."

"You're a nerd."

"You're a bully."

"You're a dork."

"But you still love me."

"And you love me."

"Enough to marry you, make a baby with you, and then ride all the way to Philadelphia in a clown car to spend to weeks talking to ghosts for you."

Pacifica chuckled. "My hero."

"I know."

"You're so humble too," Pacifica sarcastically sighed.

"What can I say? It's a gift!"

Pacifica rolled her eyes, shook her head, and smiled.

"How's the baby?" Dipper asked.

Drew, who had been reading a book on his bed suddenly gasped. "You're having a baby!?"

"Yup." Dipper answered with a proud smile as Drew squeed. Dipper arched an eyebrown in concern as he turned back to his phone.

"Doing good," Pacifica lowered her phone to show her stomach. "We're still not quite showing yet, but I'm still a bit sickish in the mornings."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"I'm sorry, Love."

"It's fine," Pacifica lifted the camera back to her face. "Honestly it's the boredom that's getting to me more than the morning sickness."

"You could try helping Mabel with her company," Dipper said. "I've heard business has picked up, so she could probably use the extra hand."

"Eh, maybe. But she's determined to keep me on basically bed rest. She's scared to let me do anything." Pacifica chuckled. "If you could see all the food she's trying to feed me."

"None of it is nutriucious is it?"

"Not unless sugar and glitter sprinkles are packed with protein."

Dipper chuckled and shook his head. "Yup. That's Mabel. We may have to leave explicit instruction on what NOT to give our kids when she babysits."

"Do we have to let her babysit?"

"She'll kill us if we don't."

"True. Ugh! Just wish she'd let me do something! Anything!"

"Talk to Wendy. She's been pregnant before, she knows how it is. And she can talk some sense into Mabel."

"That's a possibility!?"

"Only with Wendy and Ford...every now and then."

"Hm. Well, I'll definately-AUGH!" Pacifica screeched and covered her face. Dipper could see in the corner showing his screen, but he didn't believe it until he turned around. George had come out of the shower, completely nude.

"Dude!" Dipper covered his eyes and turned away.

"What, we're all dudes here?"

"I'm facetiming my wife!"

"Oh," George smiled smuggly. "Enjoy the show, cutie pie!"

"Again, I was talking to my WIFE!" Dipper emphasized the word as he walked onto the balcony of their hotel room, making sure to close the curtain behind him. "So sorry about that Princess. I did not see that coming!"

"Niether did I," Pacifica answered. "But to answer his question, no, I did not enjoy the show."

"I would hope not."

"Aw, you jealous?"

"Of that guy? No."

Pacifica giggled again. The two continued talking, niether aware of the text conversation going on in the room as George laid on his bed in a robe.

"Just flashed them. Shook them up a little bit. Nothing too bad, I'm going to try to ease into it."

"Excellent. Don't do anything drastic. Remember, I just want you to get inside his head. I'm contacting our other friend to move in on her. Looking for a third to join the party."