Just a little heads up, this chapter was a bit rushed. So, go ahead and critique that if you wish!

Dipper could hear the start of an early rain drizzle not far away. The windows which were not built from a far were starting to get stained with the crashing drops, and he could hear soft dripping from the ceiling. It wasn't very noisy, however, so it wasn't a problem. Pacifica didn't really care, she just heard the rain, and that's all. All the townsfolk were inside, so everyone should be safe and dry. That's all she really cared about.

"Pacifica," Dipper said suddenly, as he strode over to Pacifica's side. The blonde looked over to Dipper, and saw a worried expression grow in his face. "What's wrong?" she replied, worry starting to flow inside of her veins.

"Where are we going, exactly?" he answered, as his gaze followed to the blank hallway in front of them. "We have been walking for a while now, and I was just wondering."

Pacifica grew a small grin in her face, sort of relieved that Dipper wasn't worrying over anything too big. Pacifica was also starting to get tired of walking around the mansion for so long, but she just enjoyed spending some time with Dipper. She giggled very quietly, and doubted Dipper could hear her. "We're heading to my room." Pacifica explained, her laughter fading away. "We should be safe in there for the rest of the evening."

Dipper's eyes widen. He's going to be in a girl's room. Alone, with the girl herself.

He couldn't breathe.

Dipper couldn't believe the words that flooded the room, just 5 words that broke him down and made him feel nervous inside. Butterflies started roaming inside of Dipper's stomach, and his heart was eager to explode. He also started to flush red when he realized about Pacifica's earlier point when he asked the same question. She replied, 'Hopefully you like the place'. He was also confused on how Pacifica took this calmly, and how she wouldn't be afraid to be alone with Dipper in her room. Well, she has been alone with him for this entire evening, so that's probably what she has been thinking. But, unfortunately, Dipper couldn't read the minds of girls.

"Ah, one final turn down this hallway and we should be there in no time," Pacifica said.

Dipper screamed inside.

Just like what Pacifica said, Dipper turned around a corner unveiling a long hallway that had several chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, a few lanterns still hanging on the walls. It was much more brighter now, Dipper claimed, and he also noticed a narrow line of windows on the walls. It was full on raining now, drips and drops of rain flowing down the glass windows, and the sky was a dark blue. But he didn't care about the gloom outside. The atmosphere felt warmer and brighter in a hallway full of light, and it made Dipper feel warm and bright too. But he was still nervous for what was about to happen.

Dipper and Pacifica proceeded down the hallway, Pacifica, taking normal steps down the hallway, while Dipper was shaking and barely moving a muscle. He couldn't believe how extreme he was taking this situation. She's just a girl. Dipper kept repeating in his head. You're going to be completely fine. You've been in Wendy's room before, right? And you were alone with her too. But why is Pacifica making you so nervous? Why?

"Pacifica Northwest!"

Dipper and Pacifica's walk was interrupted by a feminine voice, supposedly grand and regal. Pacifica lost all her calm and control once the voice echoed in her mind. "Mom...?" Pacifica croaked, her fears returning back to her. "Oh, no no no no no..."

Dipper turned to see Pacifica standing there, almost like she was paralyzed, as a few tears started to form in her eyes. This wasn't a good time to break down, and it looked like Pacifica didn't even want to budge a foot. Taking somewhat immediate action, Dipper took Pacifica's wrist, trying to restrain some force, and dragged her across the hallway. Thinking where the voice came from, Dipper could tell it came from behind them. He had to run away as far as he can from it. He ran as fast as he can, Pacifica blankly running along with him, as he tried to find a safe room to hide in. As Dipper got deeper and deeper down the hallway, a set of white doors came into view. There were several on each wall, and a grand set of doors in front of him. It was also a dead end.

He had to choose a door. But luckily, he quickly found a safe one to be in.

A skinny open door, unveiling a broom closet, full of bland supplies and tools. It looked in dry in there- and dark.

Without any regret or hesitation, he dragged Pacifica into the closet and threw her inside gently. He strode inside and closed the door behind them, and locked the door. It was tight inside- and Dipper couldn't turn on or even try to find the lights. It would attract Mrs. Northwest's attention if she found a set of lights on inside the broom closet. So both of them layed in the darkness, and realized that both of them were almost nose-to-nose, their chests touching. It was something Dipper had kept int mind if he would go in here and hide- he would be very close to Pacifica, and it would make things awkward. But, to his surprise, Dipper felt a set of hands wrap together on top of his chest. Pacifica was trying to calm down, as a few tears trickled down her cheeks and dripped down to the empty floor of the closet. She still felt a bit nervous because she was very close with Dipper, and Dipper felt the same way, as both of them grew red under the darkness. However, both of them grew to like it, and Pacifica removed her hands from his chest and accepted Dipper's closeness. Both of them could hear nothing but their own beating hearts thumping rapidly inside of them. Pacifica had the urge to hug Dipper once more, but she realized that she can't make any sounds whatsoever.

"Pacifica Northwest, get out of there right now!" Mrs. Northwest yelled in the hallways, and the two heard her footsteps march to a random place in the hallway. They suddenly heard her banging on a door several times before yelling her name once again. After doing the same thing over and over again in a matter of minutes, Mrs. Northwest heaved a loud grunt and made her way down the hallway. "She must be in her ballroom, isn't she?" the woman sighed, Dipper detecting a bit of frustration in her tone. "That poor child."

Mrs. Northwest's clinking heeled footsteps started to die as she walked further and farther away from the hallway. Dipper and Pacifica still stayed quiet in the dark broom closet, as both of them reached a hand over for the knob. Awkwardly, Dipper and Pacifica's hands touched for a brief second, Dipper feeling Pacifica's gloved hand on top of his fingers. He then felt Pacifica bolt her hand away quickly from him, and a nervous chuckle coming after. Dipper smiled, even though Pacifica couldn't see it, as he unlocked the knob and twisted it open. He popped his head out of the broom closet, and looked both ways, seeing that everything was what it was before. Mrs. Northwest was no where to be seen, so it was safe. Dipper exited out first, Pacifica shortly coming out after. Both of their cheeks lingered a pink color.

"She's going to check the ballroom, isn't she?" Pacifica asked. Dipper looked down the empty hallway. He nodded with confidence. "Most likely." he replied. "It was a good thing you locked it."

Pacifica flashed a cute smile, and took Dipper's hand softly. "My room is right there," Pacifica pointed out to a white door that was on the left corner beside the grand set of doors. It had a tiny, blue colored crystal sticker on it's frame. While walking over to the corner, Dipper had realized that Pacifica felt much more better now, and that the case with her mother wasn't as serious as her father's. She could probably face her mom better than her dad, but it was just best to stay away from both of them. But Dipper had other things to worry about.

This was it. Dipper was going to Pacifica's room with Pacifica herself, and they were going to hide in there together. Together, Dipper echoed in his mind. With Pacifica.