"Oh man, you've gotta be kidding me," said Dipper. Soos looked down at himself. Mabel slapped her hands over her eyes, and let out several uncomfortable giggles. "I have several questions," said Soos." But maybe I should put something on first."

"That sounds like a good plan," said Dipper. "You can raid my closet if you need to."

"Thanks dude," said Soos. "I am having one heck of a day." Soos began to walk back towards the house, mumbling to himself. "First the register breaks again, then the bathroom got all crazy, now this."

"Is... is he gone?" asked Mabel.

"Yeah, you can open your eyes," said Dipper. Mabel took her hands away from her eyes, and groaned.

"That was way more of Soos than I ever wanted to see," said Mabel.

"You and me both," agreed Dipper. He looked down at the book in his hands. "Thank God for this thing. Without it, we'd both be shish kabob." Dipper turned it over. "Now that I think about it, I've definitely seen this book somewhere before. Not just seen it, I've written in it."

"Can we just take a second to acknowledge that we just got attacked by a werewolf?" asked Mabel. "That kind of thing doesn't happen everyday."

"I know," said Dipper. "But..."

"It felt normal," finished Mabel.

"Yeah. That almost scares me more than Soos being a werewolf," said Dipper. "I should be cowering in fear, unable to believe what just happened. Instead I feel like this sort of thing used to be just another day in the office."

"I wonder why," said Mabel.

Dipper began to flip thought the pages of the book. As he did, it began to come back to him. "No. No way," he said. Dipper began to tear up. "Oh God. Oh my God. This kind of thing used to happen all the time, didn't it?" He pealed through page after page. It was all information on monsters. Goblins, Gnomes, Bugbears, Floating Eyeballs, Demons. The list went on and on. "Everything in this book is real. And I know it. I know it for a fact." Dipper dropped the book, and collapsed. He put his head in his hands, and sobbed. He felt small again. No matter how tall he got, no matter if he grew a beard, he was still just a little kid. The same little kid who wouldn't sleep if his closet was open even a crack. The little kid who would be paralyzed with fear if his night-light went off. Because that little kid had believed in monsters. Monsters... they weren't supposed to be real. But here was a whole book that said otherwise. Dipper felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up. Mabel was crying with him.

"Let's go," said Mabel. "Let's get in the car, and go."

"I can't," said Dipper. Mabel stomped her foot, like a child having a tantrum.

"Why not?" she asked.

"Because that wouldn't be right," said Dipper. He stood up, and dusted himself off. He was still crying, but he had regained his composure. "Something happened last time we were here. I know that now. We did something amazing. Something that should have stopped all this. The monsters shouldn't be here anymore, but they are. Something went wrong."

"I know," said Mabel. "Everything is starting to come back to me. We used to fight these things all the time. We were kids, so we could believe they were real without going crazy. We fought them nearly everyday for our entire summer."

"Yeah," said Dipper. "And in the end, we did something. I can't remember what. But we did something, and it should have destroyed them."

"Well obviously it didn't," said Mabel. "No we have a weresoos to deal with."

"I guess we should go talk to him," said Dipper. "Tell him what's going on."

"Do you think he'll believe us?" asked Mabel. "From what I gathered, most of the town has forgotten what's going on."

"Maybe, maybe not. But we still have a responsibility to him," said Dipper.

"True," said Mabel. "But then what? What are we going to do about..." she pointed towards the book. "Everything in there."

"I don't know," said Dipper. "We'll have to try to find out what we did last time. Until then, we fight them."

"I wish it weren't our responsibility," said Mabel.

"Maybe it doesn't have to just be ours," said Dipper. "Maybe we can convince people to help us." Mabel snorted.

"Right," she said. "Cause nobody will think we're crazy. 'Hey Grunkle Stan, no biggie, but could you help us fight some vampires? And after that, we were thinking of hitting a cave full of ghouls.' Yeah, he won't think that's weird at all."

"Well we have to try," said Dipper. "I kind of knew something like this would be coming. There was a voice, in my car. It spoke over the radio. Told me I was gonna die."

"Something happened to me as well," said Mabel. "Gideon came to me, in a dream. Told me he was going to destroy the town."

"Gideon," hissed Dipper. "I bet he's behind all this."

"Maybe," said Mabel. "He's definitely involved somehow."

"Well we should go confront the little shit," said Dipper. "Maybe beat some answers out of him."

"Tomorrow," said Mabel. "Tonight, we need to help Soos. And we should probably reread the book," she said. "I have a feeling we should work in the daylight anyway."

"True," said Dipper. "Alright. Tonight, we help Soos and reread the book. Tomorrow..."

"We fight the battle between good and evil," sighed Mabel. "I thought this kind of thing only happened in stories."

"Well this isn't a story, Mabel," said Dipper. "This is real life."

"I know," whispered Mabel. "I just wish it wasn't."

"So much for having an awesome summer," said Dipper.

"At least we still have each other," said Mabel. Dipper smiled, and hugged her sister.

"Yeah. And that's a heck of a lot," Dipper said.