Bill walked next to the twins who had mistaken him for Shooting Star. They had not yet told him their names, but instead took him out of the alley way excitedly. They seemed to want to show Bill something. The bright neon signs on store windows went by as they passed the many stores that lined the sidewalk.

Bill touched his cheek silently, feeling the scrape which burned from the uncleaned body. He winced in pain as he felt a particularly deep part of the wound. He must have made a sound, since the two children looked over at him worriedly. The brown eyed one took something out of their small black purse, she then hand motioned for Bill to kneel down, he began to do so anticipating something horrible, eyes close. He felt a small paper being placed on his scrape. A band-aid.

Bill opened his eyes, staring into the girl's brown ones. He saw so much innocence in her, so much kindness. He saw Shooting Star. This girl did not have to give him a band-aid. Bill then stuttered out words he could manage, "Th-thank you." His voice was sore from the lack of speaking for so long. The girl just nodded in response, and began to walk alongside her sister, happy as ever.

The other one then turned towards Bill, "You are really dirty you know." She looked at him with snark in her eyes. Her words were filled with it as well. She waited for a response from Bill, putting her hands on her sides.

It was the brown eyed one who spoke to her excitedly, "Then how about we go and buy auntie Mabel some new clothes, and then we can take her home where she can clean up!" She smiled and jumped up and down a few times as Bill smiled at the thought of new clothes. He hated the feeling of dirt on his skin.

She then took them both by the hands and practically dragged them down the sidewalk, and veered right into the shop. Bill had no time to look at the surroundings, only seeing a small sign in the front of the shop which he couldn't read.

Once they were inside the store Bill immediately felt the air conditioning, which felt nice from the summer heat. He gazed around at the clothes which were hung on racks. There were many different colors, and sizes. They all looked really expensive as well, Bill wondered how these two children would pay for it. They seemed to only be about 10 years of age.

As if reading his mind the brown eyed girl smiled at Bill, and then began to speak to the man at the front. She handed him a bright green card, looking back at Bill with a wider grin. The man then strided to a door in the back, and smiling, opened it for them.

They all entered the room. Bill gasped at the even prettier dresses and outfits which filled the room. The man who was holding the door smiled at Bill's reaction to the outfits. "I see you are helping people out as always Tammy," he said delightfully, and began to walk away back to his station.

Bill looked over at the twins, realizing he hadn't known either of their names until just now. He glances at the other twin, which wasn't Tammy. She sees him looking at her curiously and begins to speak, "Her name is Tammy, I am Tiffany. We are twins, but you probably already inferred that. Unless you are as dumb as mom says."

Bill stares at her defiantly, not believing his ears. How could she say Shooting Star was dumb? Whoever her mother is, there was no way she could say anything about Shooting Star that was negative. She understood things better than others. Sure she wasn't book smart, but she was smart at more important things, like being nice.

"Tiffany can you please stop, you're making auntie Mabel cry!" She stared at Tiffany slight tears in her eyes. She looked up at Bill, pain in her gaze. Bill had not realized he had been crying. He lifted his dirty sweater to his eyes to wipe the tears.

Tiffany then looked up at Bill, guilt filtered through her gaze. She ran to him and stuffed her face into his sweater, "I'm so sorry, please don't be mad." Bill could tell by her small sniffling that she was crying as well. Tammy joined in and hugged Bill with Tiffany.

Bill hugged them back, and then all stopped. Tammy then spoke in a soft voice, "Let's get you some new clothes now." She then picked out a few outfits which surprisingly fit Bill's tastes very well. She threw them into a red basket at the corner of the door, and then picked it up by the handles.

When they finish checking out the clothes, they headed out of the store in a happy silence. Tiffany then looked at Bill's hair. She made a face of slight disgust but then laughed, "We should also take you to get your hair done."

They began to walk across the street, holding hands. Bill stared in amazement as the children walked so calmly across this minefield of cars. They were like a shield for Bill. Keeping him out of harm with their childlike abilities.

They all stepped on the sidewalk at the same time, looking up at the barber shop window. Tiffany opened the door for both of the others.

Tammy greeted the hair stylist who had black hair done in a new hip hairstyle and handed them a twenty, pointing to Bill. Bill waved bashfully, never being in a hair salon before. The man ushered him to a chair in the back area of the store.

Bill followed the man and sat down in the black chair next to the rinse sink. The man motioned for him to lean back, and Bill did so, his hair falling into the sink. The hair stylist removed the headband from Bill's head, setting it carefully on the counter. He begins to wash Bill's hair with cold water, and some salon brand shampoo. Bill could feel the coldness entering his pores.

When the process was complete, the man led Bill to a bright red chair, next to a wide mirror. Bill sat down, looking at himself in the mirror. He saw the band-aid which Tammy put on him. It had some cartoon character Bill never saw before on it. He smiled as he recognized how much like Mabel she was. He wondered who Tiffany was like.

The hairstylist asked Bill what sort of hairstyle he would like, Bill responded hastily "Short-ish." The man then nodded and began to cut his hair precisely. He was working without a rulebook, but he seemed to know what he was doing.

The snipping was almost hypnotic for Bill. Going in and out of rhythm, Bill just stared at his own reflection as the man styled his hair. It was an absolute wonder how no one had noticed his slit pupils. He stared at his almost completely cut hair, which once belonged to Mabel.

When the man was done, he showed off his work to the twins. They both gasped and squealed when they saw the beautiful curls of his hair. The hairstylist really worked hard on Bill's hairstyle.

Before they left, Tammy dropped a 15 dollar tip in the man's tip jar. She smiled when she heard the man's happy gasp from behind. Bill looked over at the twins, "So, where are you guys going to take me now?"

Tiffany was the one to speak, "We are going to our home, that way you can take a proper shower, and change into your new clothes!" Tammy smiled in delight and Bill smiled back. he couldn't wait to get out of these dirty clothes and into the newly bought ones.

They began their walk to where the twins lived. Tammy skipped ahead of Bill, while Tiffany walked next to him. She smiled as her sister jumped joyfully.

Tammy turned around and smiled, before veering left, behind a large cut bush. They both followed her, Bill remembering where this path led in the older Gravity Falls. The hedge seemed to block the view. They turned the path to see Tammy, and behind her was a large home, with a gate that held initials NW in the middle. Northwest Mansion