Dipper stood in the airport, waiting for the ticket line to shorten. He had said good-bye to the thankful police officers, visited his friends in the hospital, and headed back to the airport to get back to Seattle. He hadn't called Pacifica, because he knew he would be home early, and he wanted to surprise her.

Dipper finally got to the front of the line. "One ticket to Seattle, Washington please."

The attendant handed him a ticket. Dipper waited for another half-hour, and then the loudspeaker came on. "Flight 618 to Seattle now boarding."

Dipper got on the plane, ready to finally be alone with Pacifica, with nothing in their way. He sat down on the plane, ordered some food, and looked out the window. The flight went on for about an hour, until the plane began experiencing turbulence.

Dipper maintained his composure, but a few people began to get concerned.

"There is nothing to worry about. This plane is safe." the pilot said on the intercom.

Suddenly, the lights flickered off.

People began screaming. A woman beside Dipper began grabbing on to his shirt. Dipper looked out the window, and he saw the ground was much closer. Everyone was in panic mode now, and the fact that Pacifica had no idea he was on this plane was last thought Dipper had before impact.

When Dipper awoke, he hurt everywhere. He looked around, and discovered he was in some sort of rocky landscape. He looked at his clothes, which were in tatters.

"Good, you're awake." a woman said, looking over Dipper.

"What's going on?" Dipper asked.

"We were in a plane crash. The pilot was able to land it in a river, so most of us are alright. You were a bit banged up, though." she said.

"Where are we?" Dipper asked.

"Well, cell phone service isn't working, but the pilot thinks we are somewhere in Idaho." she said.

Dipper got up and looked around, noticing many people standing or laying around, not doing much.

"Well, is help coming?" Dipper asked.

"We don't know." she whispered.

"Do we have food?" Dipper asked.

"Yeah, there were emergency packs in the plane. So we should be good for a week, or so." she said.

"What if no help arrives in than a week?" Dipper asked.

"Well, then I guess we'll take after the Donner Party." she replied.

Dipper gave her an odd look. "So..how many died?"

"None. Fifty-two on the plane. Fifty-two alive. Several are injured badly, though. Luckily, we have a doctor who is patching everyone up." she said.

"That's miraculous. I can't believe that any of us survived that." Dipper said.

"Thank the pilot. He was able to land it relatively safely." she said. "What's your

"Uh, Dipper." Dipper said.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Amber." Amber said. "We're having a group meeting in a bit. Come on, join me."

Dipper nodded.

Dipper and Amber walked towards the main congregation of people.

"All right, listen up everyone. Using the pilot's log, a few of us have calculated that we are only thirty-three miles from Twin Falls, Idaho. If we start walking, and stop to sleep, we can get there in two days." the man who seemed to be the leader said.

"What about the people that can't walk?" another man asked.

"How many?" the leader asked.

"Seven." someone replied.

"All right, we should be able to drag them along in sheets. We'll have to bring food, too." he said.

"Shouldn't we just stay here and wait for help?" a woman asked.

"No! The pilot told me we got blown off track, so we probably won't be found for a while. Anyway, we won't be any likelier to be found here than where we will walk. We can leave a note in case someone finds the airplane." he said. "Who's with me?"

Virtually everyone raised their hands, including Dipper.

"All right, it's already dark. We're going to sleep tonight, and be ready to head out first thing tomorrow." the man said.

After the meeting, most people retired to makeshift beds they had constructed out of salvageable objects from the plane. Dipper laid down on some grass. He tried counting the days that had gone by since he'd seen Pacifica. One day in Gravity Falls, one day in St. Louis, one day in the rocky nothingness of Idaho. Dipper realized tomorrow would be the fourth day he would be away from Pacifica. Even if the hike took two days, that would mean he wouldn't make it to Twin Falls until the end of Day 5. He wasn't sure if he could make it back in a week. As he thought about if Pacifica even knew what had happened, he drifted off to sleep.

Dipper was awoken by someone, who told him everyone was already heading off. He quickly got up, grabbed a snack from the communal pile, and followed the rest of the hikers. The day was filled with stopping for drinks, switching off who carried the food and who carried the injured people, and stopping to make sure they were heading in the right direction. By the end of the day, the leader, who mentioned his name was Paul, estimated that they were about twenty miles away. They had only made it thirteen miles. Dipper realized this would mean he might not make it back in time.

The next day was more of the same. By the night, Paul estimated that they were only six miles away. Some people, Dipper included, argued that they should travel in the night and finish the journey now, but most people were exhausted, and just wanted to sleep.

The group woke up the next morning, and trekked the final six miles. After four miles, they began to see signs of life, such as empty roads and old gas stations, but it was not until they reached a small saloon that they made contact with another human.

The group of fifty-two entered the saloon, where everyone turned their heads at them. They were all very dirty and bruised.

"May I help you?" the bartender asked.

"We're plane crash survivors. We need medical assistance immediately." Paul said.

"Wait, are you the guys from Flight 618? They've been searching for you!" the bartender said.

"Yeah, that's us." Paul replied.

The bartender dialed 911, and within fifteen minutes, ambulances arrived. Dipper was taken in an ambulance, despite his protests that he had to get home. He was treated in the hospital for minor injuries, and was required to spend the night to assure he didn't have any serious injuries. He was discharged from the hospital in the morning, and he hopped on the first train to Seattle he could, without even bothering to change out of his tattered clothing. He realized it was now over seven days since he saw Pacifica. He tried calling her, but her phone didn't answer. He was able to contact a very concerned Mabel, though, and ensure his safety.

When Dipper finally arrived in Seattle, he ran off of the train, grabbed a cab, ran into his apartment, dashed up the stairs, and knocked on the door.

After a few moments, Pacifica, who had tears in her eyes, answered. When she saw Dipper, her eyes widened.

"Dipper...I thought...I thought you were dead. They called this house, saying you were in a plane crash, and I..I" Pacifica said, still crying.

"Hello, Pacifica! God, how I've missed you. Listen, I am so, so, sorry about all this. I never should have gone on that mission. You were right, we deserve some time alone. I went on that mission, and got involved in a gunfight, and then the plane crash. But all I should've been doing was spending time with you. I promise you, from this moment forward, that I will never leave you like that again." Dipper said.

Pacifica sniffled. "You had me at hello."

Then she put her arms out and hugged Dipper, and Dipper hugged her back, tightly. They continued hugging for a long time.

"You didn't see the rescue on the news?" Dipper asked.

"I watched it the first day or two, but then I couldn't take it anymore." Pacifica replied.

"Well, don't worry. For now on, I will never, ever, let you go." Dipper said, still hugging her.