"Mabel? What in Bill's name are you doing here? And how did you even find my house?" His sugar-snorting sister had changed in about every way. The last time they made contact was when she left for India to become a Sadhvi, a fact which shocked pretty much everyone involved. Indeed, her once springy hair became matted, her colorful display of sweaters had been replaced by a saffron robe and her lust for boys had been exchanged for a most divine love for Vishnu, the Preserver. She carried with her a mighty staff, a comb, several sets of prayer beads and a bag of sattvic foods and various other arcane artifacts. The mystical munchkin was also equipped with a dour look, as if something bad happened, and ever since Sweatertown got evicted, Dipper knew something was amiss.

"Dipper, I know that this is a weird request, especially since I haven't seen you in ten years, but I need you to do something. Also, the name's Sita, now."

"I'm all ears, Mabel. Well, actually, I'm mostly beard at this point."

Mabel reached in her backpack and pulled out a book written in some off-dialect of Sanskrit. It was the only one of its kind, at least it probably was, as the pages were rusted with a most tamasic funk. In it were scribblings and doodlings of an arcane sort, of many beings, some with more eyes and teeth than people know what to do with that seemed familiar to him, yet oddly distant.

"These are what we call devas, demons or monsters to you, probably, but they're all too familiar to me. Recently I found this manuscript while in one of my ecstatic trances, and frankly, I'm a bit worried. In addition to being a bestiary, this document details that towards the end of the Kali Yuga, they shall appear in certain places across the globe. I figured that someone like you would be able to deal with such anomalies and I'll need your help to seal them off. It's hard in these times for a Hindu ascetic like myself to get around without getting a few odd stares, so bring your brains and your knowledge of the occult. Also, my name is Sita."

Dipper was shocked, yet oddly satisfied. He knew that the barriers between the realms of weirdness and our realm would break someday, and he always wanted to spit in the face of those who dared call him a lunatic. It would probably be a lot more fun than teaching 101 classes about werewolves or some bullshit like that.

"Well, in all honesty, Mabel, that sounds like a lot of fun. But I have kids to take care of, and class to teach, not that I really want to."

"You know, Dipper, that's a good point, but this is pretty damn important, pardon my Pali. Besides, look at us! I mean, we haven't seen each other in ten years! Don't ya wanna be mystery twins again, huh? Huh? Also, the name's Sita. Actually, you know what? I like it when you call me Mabel. Reminds me of the good times we've had."

It was a tempting offer, but before Dipper left, he had some pertinent issues waiting for him to take care of, and he knew just the person to deal with the ordeal.

The two performed the traditional Awkward Sibling Hug and Dipper dashed onwards to Oakland, where he knew a certain someone who could fix matters lived.