It's about 5 now. It's still light out, but it feels so dark. Mabel finished her sweater a while ago. She now wears it over the llama hair one from before. She's cuddled up next to her pig, asleep. I'm wide awake. I miss everyone. They're all in Gravity Falls. Where nothing is impossible. Where life is a dream. Why am I such a philosopher?

"Piedmont, California!" My old town. Now, the name is foreign to me. Mabel sleeps on.

"Mabel," I shake her and her eyes lift a little.

"Myyurt?" She asks. That might mean nothing to anyone else, but I know she's wondering why I woke her.

"Time to go… home." I say the word sadly and we get up.

"Pig, bags, stickers?" I ask. That's our packing list.

"Check, check, check. Let's go." She doesn't look that thrilled either.

We come off the bus, dazed. Like we just left behind another life that we had. Which we did. Now it's over. And school starts in September. And there are our parents.

"Dipper! Mabel! You're so tan!" Our mother hugs us, and our father comes in from behind.

"Hey, Mom! Hey Dad!" Mabel acts excited, hugging them hard. She shows them Waddles. Dad starts to argue with the idea of us storing livestock in our house, but Mabel begs. With puppy dog eyes. He stops.

"Can I go to bed? I'm tired." I announce. I don't wait for a response, I just go. I need to be alone. To fathom myself leaving Gravity Falls. I feel like I'm there. I want to be there. I miss Soos' crazy double-v neck shirts. I miss Gruncle Stan's gruff voice. I miss Wendy's smile. I don't know what to do. I just don't feel right. Like I left ¾ of myself behind. Like I'm a ¼ of Dipper walking around, not doing anything. Not knowing. I stare at a mirror. I see nothing. I'm not even Dipper Pines anymore. Who am I?

I bury my face in my pillow. I will not cry, I think to myself. I lift my head from the pillow. It's wet.