Ford was stable. The doctors told the worried Pines that his wounds hadn't been too severe. Jill sat with them, her gaze haunted. Mabel walked out of her great uncle's room with teary eyes but a smile. "I asked him if the wedding should be put on hold. He told me that it better not or he'll make me regret it."

Dipper chuckled. He turned back to see Jill. His smile faded as he sat next to her. "You know I have to ask."

"I wish you really didn't."

"Did you know who that was?"

She looked up at him. The usually immaculate young woman looked tired, bent out of shape. "No. I didn't. I wouldn't be surprised if they knew Tad though." Jill absently pulled on her hair. "Whenever he gets into stuff like this, he tells them to leave me alone."

"He's done stuff like this?!"

She shrugged. "Look, we've gotten into some tight spots before. Tad's...just willing to do whatever it takes to ensure our safety." She stood up. Dipper could see Tad waiting at the end of the hallway.

"And he never lets me know."

She whispered the last part, but Dipper heard anyway.

Amelia stared at the clearing.

This was stupid.

She had been standing at the edge of the clearing for little over half an hour. She should go home, help Mabel plan the bachelor parties. Instead of here, about to make her mental issues worse. Amelia glared at the statue before taking a breath.

She stepped forward.

Noise assaulted her. She let out a scream, covering her ears again. Pain roared from the developing headache. She fell to her knees, trying to block out the yells and screams pounding at her head. Then it suddenly it stopped. Confused, she pulled her hands away. It was silent. Everything was monochrome- No. It stopped at the edge of the clearing.

"Am I dreaming?"

In a way.

The voice was echoing, shifting from pitch to pitch so Amelia couldn't tell if it was male or female. "What do you mean?" Something moved behind her. Before she could turn, dark hands clasped over her eyes.

Half asleep, half in a dream.

She reached up. She redid her first conclusion- one hand was blocking her vision. The other appeared and gripped her hand, lowering it to her side. The skin was both rough and smooth and an odd warmness. "Where are all the other voices?"

They were overwhelming you. So I made you focus on mine.

"Oh. Um...thanks?" Amelia looked around. The hand stayed firmly on. "Why are they so loud?" There was silence, then movement. She yelped as she was tugged down. Then she was sitting down in the other's lap. The hand moved away but she still couldn't see. A piece of cloth had been tied over her eyes. Her touch confirmed it was soft, like velvet.

Gravity Falls is special. In your case, it's making you too sensitive to the other sides.

"The other sides?"

There was no response. Her hair was moving. The other was playing with her hair?

Tell me about yourself, Golden Candle.

Amelia sighed. "My name's Amelia Pines. I'm twelve."

Dipper woke up with a start at Ford's bedside. He had called today to bring Ford dinner. They had gotten pancakes from Greasy's, the trash in the trash can. He confirmed that his great uncle was still asleep. He had been complaining of pain and they had increased his medication. A doctor was across from him.

He squinted, sure he had seen that hair somewhere.

Then she turned.

It was the girl from the attack. Her eyes were a shade of purple that was unnatural. They widened, confirming that she recognized him. The needle in her hand plunged towards Ford's neck. Dipper moved and it entered his arm instead. The dark green and blue liquid inside slipped inside his arm. He felt himself pale as his limbs went flat.

He tumbled to the floor. Before his eyes slipped close, he watched her leave the room with a smirk.

The young woman exited through the EMPLOYEES ONLY door. She shed her lab coat, leaving her in a white blouse and black skirt. She headed to the car, entering the passenger's seat. Tad Strange glanced at her. "Did you do it?"

"No. He was there."

He sighed as he started driving. The car entered the forest. "Then we'll have to try again."

"Does little Jillian know about this little project?" She leaned against her door, a smirk on her face. Tad glared at her.

"No. You better not tell her."

She chuckled "I won't."