Dipper was sitting inside, holding a journal in his hand while chewing on the cap of a pen. It was Mabel and his summer going into their Sophomore year of college and they came back to Gravity Falls like they did every summer (and some winter breaks). Things were different in the small logging town after the events of the summer of 2009. Or as the natives called it: Weirdmageddon. But never mind all that. The twin's twin great uncles, Stanley and Stanford Pines, had left the Mystery Shack under the control of Soos Ramirez, the new Mr. Mystery. Unfortunately, Soos' grandmother passed two years ago. When she passed, the Pines, Wendy and basically the whole town was there to support Soos and his wife of five years, Melody. The two great uncles were traveling the globe together, doing research on the abnormalities of this planet They both wrote often, and returned to Gravity Falls twice a year; Christmas, and Dipper and Mabel's birthday. Now a days, Mabel was majoring in Fashion Merchandising and Dipper already had one Phd in Cryptozoology, thanks to some help from Ford. Since the original journals were destroyed, Dipper took it on himself to create new and improved ones, which he was working on right now. He was engulfed in his work until he heard the only thing to get his attention: his sister's scream. "DIPPER!" The pen dropped from his mouth and the journal hit the floor as he shot up, rushing out the door, grabbing a random object on the way to use as a weapon. The sunlight blinded him for a moment, but he made out Mabel and sprinted over to her. He held the object in his hands like he was ready to club someone or something. "This guy came out of the woods!" She screeched, gesturing to a black haired guy who was shirtless and bleeding on the ground. "-And he's hurt and bleeding and…" Mabel stopped talking and looked away from the unconscious man to look at her brother. Grinning, she asked, "...Is that a taxidermy turkey?" Dipper looked at his weapon to see that it indeed was a stuffed turkey. Mabel snorted and started laughing, her hands on her knees as her shoulders shook. Her brother scoffed. "I heard you scream so I just...grabbed, something!" He said in self-defense. Mabel only laughed harder. She gasped for air and pretended to weld the bird. "Leave her alone!" She said, impersonating her twin. "Or I'll.. I'll gobble you up!" She continued laughed, falling onto her knees. "Hey dudes, what's so funny?" Soos said as he rounded the corner of the Shack. Then his face paled. "Uh… is he okay?" Soos asked, referring to the guy on the ground. Dipper shot a look at Mabel whose laughter was dying down before squatting to look at the man. His eyes immediately found the source of the bleeding. He yelled over to Soos, not able to tear his eyes away from the Cipher Wheel carved into flesh. "Soos! Help me get him inside!" Mabel gasped, noticing the carving. "I'm calling Ford." She announced, running for the Shack. Soos came over, becoming deadly serious as he too saw the sign. Dipper grabbed the man's arms and Soos grabbed his feet. They lugged him inside and put him face down on the kitchen table. Dipper grabbed the first aid kit and some old towels. He said at the table, setting up what he would need. "Soos, can you get me some water, please?" The hispanic man nodded and fetched the college student a bowl of water. Dipper dipped a washcloth into the bowl, before he dabbed at the wound, trying to clean it. Then, he took a towel and started to apply pressure to stop the bleeding. Dipper put all his weight down on the guy's back, thankful he was unconscious. The bleeding slowed, and then the boy dumped some alcohol from the kit onto the back, the alcohol fizzing as it burned away bacteria. That's when the black haired man's eyes shot open. "Whoa!" Dipper yelled and fell out of the chair, blushing. Startling blue eyes looked around frantically, agony clear on his face. He saw the man try to get up and he rushed over. "Hey! You shouldn't move!" Dipper said, holding him down. "I just got the bleeding to slow!" "W-where am I?..." He slurred, most likely from blood loss. "Gravity Falls. You're in the Mystery Shack. Who are you?" Before he could answer, his eyes rolled back in his head and his body went limp, out cold. Dipper sighed and looked at the wheel, feeling sick. "Hey, Dipper, what's u-" Wendy stopped in the doorway. She was about twenty five now and was a lumberjack, like her father was. It hadn't been long before she was in charge of the whole logging company. After a second, she came over and rustled through the kit and pulled out a curved needle. "That's going to need stitches. I got this. Go find Mabel." Wendy told him and he nodded, relieved. Before he left, he noticed some words carved under the wheel: 'XOLOTOL NRUTER YAM I TAHT REWOP TNEICNA EHT EKOVNI I NRUB OT EMOC SAH EMIT YM. He wrote it down on his hand before leaving Wendy to tend to the stranger. Dipper made his way through the shack, finding Mabel by the phone, listening and nodding. Her eyes brightened and held a finger up to Dipper before speaking. "Do you want to talk to him? He's right here," She nodded before handing him the phone. Dipper lifted the receiver to his ear. "Great Uncle Ford?" "Hello, Dipper," The deep voice of his relative and mentor helped him relax. "What's going on?" He blurted. "You and Grunkle Stan have to come back to Gravity Falls." The college student then procided to describe what had happened. When he finished, it was silent for a moment before Stanford spoke. "What colour are his eyes?" "Blue. He woke up for a minute before passing out again." "Is there anything unusual about the Cipher Wheel?" Dipper read him what he'd wrote down on his hand, stumbling over parts of it. The boy was happy to be talking to his great uncle and couldn't help but to smile. However, things seemed to be reversed; he was the one working and Ford was having fun. Wait. Reverse. "Great Uncle Ford hold on!" Dipper interrupted, pulling his pen back out and re-writing the message on his arm. "It's written backwards….I've almost got it…" He looked at his arm to see the understandable message: MY TIME HAS COME TO BURN I INVOKE THE ANCIENT POWERS THAT I MAY RETURN XOLOTOL. He read it aloud to Ford, but the XOLOTOL still didn't make sense backwards. "This isn't good, Dipper," The scientist muttered. Duh, Dipper thought. "Bill is back and possible more powerful than before. Stanley and I will be there as soon as possible." Ignoring the situation, Dipper almost squealed with excitement. Both of his great uncles were coming back and staying a while. It was just like his first summer at the Mystery Shack. "I'm going to see if I can Bill-proof the Shack more," He announced. "Good man. We'll see you soon." Click. The brunette put down the phone and entered the living room, seeing that Wendy had somehow moved the stranger to the couch, his back all wrapped up. Dipper sat down in Grunkle Stan's arm chair, choosing to watch over his peer for when he woke up. I won't let Bill win. I'm stronger and smarter than I was seven years ago and I will protect this town. Dipper thought. No matter what the cost.