Mel was still in awe over the case. It wasn't see-through, but it wasn't completely opaque either. The small, circular window at the top was covered with a layer of thick frost. Inside was the blueish liquid, and it was obvious the liquid was almost frozen. The boy and the girl were completely unconscious, their eyes shut tight as if they were dead and been dead for years. Mabel was still dressed in the hospital gown; it was swaying like an imaginary breeze ruffled it. Mel's fingernails tightened along the edges of the case. It was sleek and cold, like a coffin. With a lurch the door opened like a fridge. The second the door opened, cold steam rushed forward to the bodies and engulfed them in a cold wind. Mel shivered in disgust. For a moment, the bodies were just suspended like they were floating. Then, Mabel's blue fingers twitched, and Dipper's cold eyes fluttered.

"Sorcha-" Mel started, then stopped. Sorcha was gone. Her expression hardened. "Get out," she said harshly to the girl and the boy. "Now." She could see Mabel's eyes fight to open.

"Where am I?" she croaked. Dipper groaned.

"My neck hurts," he mumbled. Mel groaned herself.

"Ugh, get out, get out. Come on," she said impatiently as she snatched an arm of each twin and hauled them out... only to have Mabel clumsily crash into a few glass bottles on a table. Purple and green liquid sizzled on the floor and Mel loudly swore at Mabel as she looked down guiltily. Dipper tried to pull up a chair, but ended up dropping it, shattering wood bits onto the floor. Mel stared at both of them for a while, but then suddenly thrust Mabel against the wall violently. "What... was the last thing... Sorcha said to the pair of us!?" she asked angrily but breathlessly. When Mabel didn't answer she shook her shoulders brutally. "I said what did she say!?" Mabel squirmed.

"Don't even think that you're safe," she answered shakily. "What was that for!?" she added.

"Had to see if you had your memory," Mel explained. "The way you both were wobbling I'd think you'd just taken your first steps!" Mabel straightened her wrinkled hospital gown and head bandages and shot Mel a look.

"Well we might have, the way you locked us in there!" she snapped.

"No, I didn't, that was Sorcha," Mel said defensively. "I was the one who got you out. But Sorcha was the one who kept you alive- Sorcha was the lady- the lady in white... do you even know why she needs you!?"

"No, and I really don't remember a lady," Mabel said.

"Of course," Mel muttered. "That is so Sorcha. Memory blanking."

"Wha- memory blanking!?"

"Magic. Sorcha does magic. Now it's good a time as any you know. She taught me too. And I was pretty good! Until she ruined it over that flower. Stealing it from my dad... and when I tried to get it back she planned to torture me! For the rest of my life! You know what? She just told me that. She'll so pay the next time I see her," Mel ranted.

"That's what I've been trying to tell you the entire time!" Mabel shouted. Silence.

"You knew," Mel whispered darkly. "And you were in on it too."

"No- Mel I wasn't-"

"Shut up! Shut up shut up shut up! Get out!" Mel screamed. "Get out of here, both of you... I hate you!" Tears streamed down her cheeks and dripped heavily onto the floor. "Please... just go! I'm going to kill you for real, Mabel! Just wait!"

"No! You don't understand! Please, Mel! Please! You were my best friend! I was trying to save you!" Mabel sobbed. "Please listen!"

"I don't ever want to see you again until you're ready for me to kill you in that war. Because I will. And I'll kill Sorcha too. You just wait you bitch!" Mel screamed, face wet with tears. Mabel's looked exactly the same as she pleaded and wailed. Dipper, who was just coming to his senses, saw his sister and Mel screaming and sobbing and anguish, and went to see what was going on.

"Hey, um what's going on?" he asked as he stretched.

"Get out of here! Leave me alone! I hate you both! Just go! I'll kill you and eat your bodies-" Mel screamed at him. Mabel bawled in agony and asked for her to listen for the millionth time.

"I can't take it anymore! If you won't leave, I'll make you!" Mel snapped her fingers, and the world went black.

...

Snap!

"Where are we?" Dipper asked. He looked around. It was evening. A little country road winded in sharp twists and turns beside them. Past the road was the town of Gravity Falls. "We aren't too far from the Shack," he said to his sniffling sister. "Hey, are you okay?" Mabel shook her head.

"She wouldn't listen. She thinks I'm some murderer," she whispered.

"I'll listen," Dipper said coaxingly. "Can't you tell me what happened?" Mabel shook her head again.

"Not right now."

Dipper hugged his sister as she cried, and as they walked back, Mabel's memories of years ago caused her to wince.

...

As the twins got down to the main road, people eating out for late dinners and just strolling around gaped at them. One lady screamed.

Children ran and hid behind their mothers. A unshaved man with extremely dark circles approached them. His gait was uneven, and he used a cane to walk. Nailed to the cane was a dead human arm. By now it was smelling and rotten, moldy and decomposing.

"Did you bring her with you!?" the man rasped. "Marilyn! Marilyn Sweenston!" He waved the cane around and bent over, grief stricken. "This is all I have left of her! From that explosion... You came back! You had to have brought her with you!" he shouted, and slapped a newspaper in Dipper's hands. Dipper turned the pages hesitantly and stopped at a page with a burning hospital, and names written below. These weren't survivors. A dirty fingernail caked with blood and sweat dabbed the first name, Marilyn Sweenston. Dipper looked up.

"Is... was- she your wife?" he asked.

"Yes."

"I'm so sorry."

"I'm sure your family is sorry as well."

"Excuse me?"

"You should really tell them you've come back. Even if you aren't alive."

Dipper dropped the newspaper.
The twins could still hear the man shouting as their feet slapped the pavement, running away.