Good evening/morning/whatever-the-hell-it-is-outside-your-window. SP here with yet another chapter of this fanfic. Hope you enjoy. Warning: this chapter is a little sad.

Dipper's P.O.V.

It had been a month since Summerween, and a week-and-a-half since Elia was declared clinically dead. Today was her funeral.

The funeral was a small, quiet affair, which made it all the more heartbreaking. No one's eyes were completely dry when Elia's coffin was laid into the ground. As someone began to fill in the hole, a storm blew in. The clouds were massive and near black, the rain pouring down in sheets, a 'perfect storm cloud', as Elia would have said. Sure enough, a flash of lightning and the answering peal of thunder made everyone jump.

When the grave was filled in, people began laying flowers and a few knick-knacks that Elia would have liked on her gravestone. Mabel put a whole bouquet of lilies on Elia's gravestone before hurrying to the car, sobbing. Pacifica put a beautiful turquoise pendant and a strangely-carved stick of wood on the gravestone before turning away, blowing her nose. The last person to pay respects, I put a small llama doll on the slab of rock. I sniffed and walked back to the car. As we left, I saw a dark form slide out from behind a mausoleum, hurry over to Elia's gravestone, and kneel down.

The drive back to the Mystery Shack was silent save for Mabel's crying and my sniffs. The Stan twins were dead silent, which wasn't natural for anyone who knew Grunkle Stan. As I looked out of the car window, my mind wandered.

Would Elia remain here on Earth as a ghost? Would her consciousness live on, in some other way, shape, or form? Would I ever meet Elia, or someone like her in this life like her, again?

I could hear Elia's huffing chuckles. "Dipper, Dipper, Dipper. Don't worry your little head off. In a way, I will live on, though not in the fashion that you might want; inside everyone who knew me and called me friend. I've touched your life, Dipper, as I've touched few other lives. You will always remember me, even if you knew me for only a few months, because I was one of the few people you could confide in. The same goes for Pacifica. Perhaps, just perhaps, I was a kindred soul to the both of you.

"Meet me again, in this lifetime? Hey, hakuna matata. We'll see something of each other soon enough, don't you worry. Until then, mate, be strong for me. Keep up the good work. Tell Mabel I always liked her."

I smiled sadly. Typical Elia, somehow getting a message to...me… Hang on, why did Elia's voice sound so raspy?

I swore quietly and looked around. Mabel and Grunkle Stan were both staring at me. I groaned.

"Please tell me I'm not thinking what I'm thinking," I asked. They still looked at me, befuddled. I swore again and reached for my phone. Sure enough, there was a new voice message from a phone number named Ima L. Ama.

I facepalmed, chuckling in spite of myself. Elia had probably called me before...what happened on the cliffs. I checked the time the message was sent.

It was two minutes ago.

Mwahahahahahahahaha! I literally laughed evilly when I finished that chapter. Because, honestly, which of you doesn't want to know what's going to happen next?

This is SP, signing off...until next time.