Hello everyone, back for another installment. And this one has Pacifica in it!

If it wasn't already clear, this story is mainly Dipcifica, so expect plenty of moments for those two!

Also, thanks for the reviews last chapter! MatiasND, that's a good guess, but I was referring to Dipper wearing the hat, not the figure. Whoever it is will be revealed soon though, don't worry! Hope you keep reading to find out!

Again, all belongs to Alex Hirsch and Disney.

Chapter Two: A Surprising Reunion

Dipper was exhausted.

A week had passed since he and Mabel returned to Gravity Falls, and instead of discovering crazy new creatures and solving mysteries, they'd been cooped up in the Shack, helping Soos.

Of course, they weren't forced to or anything. But after seeing how overwhelmed Melody and Wendy were with the constant flow of customers, and having experience working there, they just couldn't stand by. Even Dipper, who was more than eager to get back to his old ways, wanted to do the right thing.

But even back when they helped Grunkle Stan, it wasn't this crazy.

The pair were currently on a lunch break at Greasy's. Mabel starving, bouncing off the walls, and Dipper completely drained, head laying on the table with his mouth open.

"I literally can't move," He whined, "I can't move a muscle, Mabel."

Even Mabel and her everlasting endurance had its limits. She looked ready to crash onto the table with him, her eyes fluttering with drowsiness nearly every moment.

"Tell me about it. I didn't know the Shack could fit so many people!"

The entire diner became blurry as Dipper's vision glazed over, "I'm too tired. I'm not supposed to be this tired. There're too many things to do, so much weird stuff to find, monsters to fight..."

"Pancakes to eat," Mabel finished sleepily, "I need some. Then a nap. A long one."

"Yes," Dipper smiled, closing his eyes, "That sounds nice."

He didn't even flinch when he felt the table rattle from Mabel letting her head fall, joining him in dual sleep. In the back of his mind, he had a vague concern that Lazy Susan might throw them out if they started snoring, but he didn't really care. He'd take whatever rest he could get at this point.

But just as soon as the sweet embrace of dreamland beckoned him, a voice pulled him back to the real world.

"Dipper? Mabel?"

It took all of his will to pry one eye open and humor the person that seemed to know them. Now that he processed it, they sounded familiar, and that blonde hair-

Dipper shot up, "Pacifica?"

Hearing the name, Mabel straightened, head swiveling in shock until she found her former rival. "Pacifica? Did you just say...Pacifica!"

The Northwest heiress didn't have a chance. Mabel scooped her up in a tight hug, nearly lifting her off the ground. Pacifica just stiffened, eyes bulging out of her head from the squeeze. It was hard to tell whether Pacifica was allowing the embrace or trying to push Mabel away. Either way it was no use. Once she locks in, whoever is on the receiving side just has to accept it.

Mabel pulled away, but not very far, "It's so good to see you! But what are you doing here? Why are you...wearing that?"

Dipper blinked. Now that the grogginess was out of his eyes, he noticed that Pacifica wasn't wearing her usual fancy getup. Instead, she had on a purple uniform, like the kind Lazy Susan wears, and a white apron around her waist.

"I sort of..." She hesitated, not looking at either of them, "...Work here now. I guess."

"Woah!" Mabel exclaimed.

"Why?" Dipper asked, "I figured you wouldn't even come near a place like this."

"Well, after the whole apocalypse thing-"

"Never mind all that!" Mabel interrupted.

Both Dipper and Pacifica looked at her like she had three heads.

"What?"

"Never mind all that. Remember that law the mayor passed? We aren't supposed to talk about it."

Pacifica rolled her eyes, "Whatever. The point is, after...that...my parents lost a lot of their money and had to sell the manor just to stay on the positive end financially. So, I figured I would chip in and maybe find out what it was like to earn money the commoner way."

Dipper chuckled, "They probably didn't like that, huh?"

She huffed, "No. They wanted me to quit as soon as they heard. Saying stuff like 'A Northwest wouldn't be caught dead in such a place!' and 'Our reputation will be ruined more than it already is!' That sort of thing. But I just ignored them. It was terrible at first, actually having to serve food and get dirty, but after a while, I got used to it. Who knew that actually getting rewarded for hard work could be so fulfilling?"

"Wow," Dipper said, "I'm impressed. It sounds like you've really changed."

"Yeah, yeah, don't rub it in my face." She pulled out a small notepad and pen, "Now what do you dorks want?"

Before Dipper could even speak, Mabel shouted, "Pancakes! Lots of them!"

Pacifica raised an eyebrow, "It's like one in the afternoon."

"So? There's never a wrong time for pancakes!"

"Right...and you, Dipper?"

"Uh, I'll just share with Mabel, thanks."

"Okay. Just let me know if you need anything."

With that, she walked off, leaving Dipper in deep thought, watching her every step without blinking. He'd be lying if he said he didn't think about the Northwest girl sometimes back in Piedmont. Mostly out of curiosity, because he remembered seeing on the news that her family had lost a lot of its money due to pledging their allegiance to Bill, and some nights, he wondered how that affected Pacifica, and what she'd been up to. After all, he hadn't seen her since he and Mabel's birthday party, when she gave him that Ghost Harassers box set as a present.

Other than growing a little taller and her face getting a fraction thinner, she hadn't changed as much as he expected. She still wore the same makeup, the same hoop earrings, and wore her long blonde hair the exact same way, with bangs covering her forehead and the rest covering the entirety of her back, like a silky shower of gold.

She looks good. Really good.

His thoughts were broken by a thump to his forehead. "Ow! What was that for?"

"Hello? I've been talking to you for the past minute! I was just saying how it's neat that Pacifica works here now. It seems like she's become a pretty good person!"

"Huh? Oh, yeah, yeah. I guess so."

Mabel frowned, "You good, Bro-Bro? You seem a little..." She trailed off, causing Dipper to catch her gaze, and wishing he didn't. He knew that look. It was Mabel's knowing look, where she read his mind and then commented on it where the whole world could hear. If only his arms weren't so short, he'd reach across the table and clamp her mouth shut before she said it.

"Were you staring at her?" She asked, "Oh my gosh, I was right about old feelings getting stirred up! I was just wrong about who! It's not Wendy, it's-"

Dipper managed to stand up in his booth and grab ahold of her mouth before anything crazy happened, "No, it's not! I never-" He looked around the diner and lowered his voice, "I never had feelings for her, Mabel. I was just staring at her because I haven't seen her for so long! Is that so suspicious?"

Mabel pulled the old trick of licking his hand, which as always, immediately worked, making him snatch it back in disgust. "Yes!" She squealed, "Yes, it's suspicious! You like Pacifica! You like Pacifica!"

She began turning it into a chant, poking his cheeks and nose over and over, with her voice only getting louder and louder. If she kept on, the entire town would know about his...perfectly normal feelings for Pacifica. Which is what they were. Completely normal and platonic. It's not like he missed her or anything, or sometimes thought about that hug she gave him when he caught the ghost at her mansion, or the way she smiled when he comforted her in that secret room, or thought she looked cute in that llama sweater during Weirdmageddon.

He didn't.

But Mabel sure seemed to think something was going on, so in a last-ditch effort, he desperately grabbed the saltshaker next to him and shoved it in Mabel's mouth, silencing the girl.

"Don't say stuff like that! It's not true! I mean, we're barely friends to begin with. She was so mean to you for most of last summer, and she hasn't even visited us despite us already being here a week! Even Old Man McGucket dropped by the Shack! Plus, she's rich, I'm not, she lives here, we live all the way in California, and it just wouldn't work! It doesn't make any sense on paper, so it's not true!"

Mabel spat out the shaker, letting it bounce on the table, spilling salt everywhere. "But it doesn't matter if it works on paper, Dipper. It matters if it works in your heart. Nothing should get in the way of how two people feel about each other."

Dipper groaned, "But I don't feel anything toward her! I'm neutral! Neither good or bad! That's the truth!"

Mabel didn't buy it, "Oh, come on. It may have started off rocky but towards the end she really came around. She was only the way she was because of her parents."

Inwardly, Dipper knew she was right. He only made it seem worse than it was because he wanted to deflect suspicion. He knows Mabel, and once Mabel finds even a hint of romance in the air, she'll collect it in a bottle and make it last far longer than it should. He'd never hear the end of it if he actually admitted his feelings. Which...he wasn't even sure of himself. Last summer ended in a weird spot for him in the romantic department. He was just getting over Wendy, and while there may have been some sparks igniting in his heart for the Northwest girl, he didn't really spend enough time with her to see if it grew.

But that could all change. It was a new summer, after all, and Pacifica hadn't gone anywhere.

He crossed his arms, "Can we just drop it, please? At least while we're here. I don't want her to overhear and get any ideas."

Mabel giggled, "Whatever you say. I just want some pancakes." As if sensing the arrival of the sweet, doughy food, she turned in her seat and cheered, "Speaking of!"

Pacifica came over to their table and delivered a plate stacked high with pancakes, despite Mabel not specifically saying how many she wanted. She must've judged it based on enthusiasm. It was a good guess, because Mabel immediately got to work, dousing her pile with syrup and wolfing them down.

The blonde reared her head back, grimacing, "Does your sister always eat like that?"

"Pretty much. I think she has a portal to a void dimension in her stomach, because there's no way she can digest all of that."

Pacifica smiled, and Dipper, for some reason, found his mouth moving on its own, without even meaning to. "So, where are you and your parents living now? Is it still near town?"

The smile disappeared, and suddenly, Pacifica became very fidgety, "Uh, I need to get back to work. Later, dorks."

She scurried off, leaving Dipper confused. Why did that change her mood?

He shrugged, putting if off as Pacifica not being one for small talk. Another trait of hers that hadn't changed, it seemed. He changed focus, his stomach rumbling and pleading for food. Just as he turned to dig in, he saw that all the pancakes were gone.

His sister had slid down the booth seat to the point where only her head was visible, a hand rubbing her belly and her tongue hanging out. "Now that's what I call brunch..."

"Ah, Mabel!" Dipper groaned, "We were supposed to share!"

"Sorry bro..." Mabel looked like she was floating in and out of consciousness, "...You can lick the syrup if you want..."

"Ugh, never mind. I'll just munch on something at the Shack. Let's go." He got out of the booth and grabbed her by the wrist, having to drag her out of the diner like a sack of potatoes. But not before leaving behind the cash Soos gave them and taking one last glance at Pacifica, busy behind the counter.

Later on after sunset, Dipper sat in front of the desk in their room upstairs, writing in Journal Three.

Or rather, the new Journal Three. The actual original three journals had been burned by Bill at the start of Weirdmageddon when he captured Ford. After that, when Dipper and Mabel returned to Piedmont, he immediately bought journals of equal size, had Mabel create the exact same spine shading and six fingered insignia in her art class, and began writing from sheer memory.

Once he got started with Journal One, most of the pages came easily to him. He really wasn't surprised, given how much time he spent reading them, he was bound to memorize a good chunk of the content. However, some information escaped him, so each Journal ended up being left with spare pages. Dipper didn't mind though. He figured he could fill them with new stuff that he found this summer, and add to Ford's findings.

He missed his other Grunkle. For so long, he'd idolized the Author, and vowed that if he were to ever find and meet the man, that he would absorb whatever knowledge he could, because whoever could write those journals, with such detail, had seen things no other human would ever imagine.

So to discover that all along, it had been not some faraway, unreachable stranger, but his Grunkle...it blew his mind. For many weeks, it was difficult to even put two and two together. He called him Grunkle, but in his head, he was still the Author. The ideal monster hunter and paranormal chaser.

Now, things were different. The familial love had overpowered the idolization, and he saw him in the same way he saw Grunkle Stan. Of course, they were different, but overall, he loved them equally.

He'd been drawing and writing for the past two hours, or at least, ever since the Shack closed for the night. He'd finally gotten to the Ghosts section, and just finished the Category ten page, making his last sketches of the ghoul.

After putting the pen down, he wriggled his cramped wrist, figuring it was time to take a break. He turned the lamp off and went downstairs to the living room, finding Soos asleep on the recliner, and Mabel belly-first on the floor, watching the TV at low volume.

"What're ya watching?"

"Duck-Tective."

"Huh? But I thought it ended. He got shot by his twin brother."

"Yeah, but it's back for another season. He somehow survived and his twin brother took on his identity. The whole season's been about him trying to take him down, but he's really smart."

"Is it any good?"

"Eh, It's alright. I feel like there's been a lot of moments where Duck-Tective could've caught his brother, but didn't because they want to drag it out. And they didn't even really explain how he survived! He just...did!"

"Sounds cool. Let me get some popcorn and I'll watch it with you."

"Alright."

Dipper strode through the open entrance to the kitchen, searching the cabinets for bags of popcorn. When he finally found the box, he started to reach for it, but a knock at the front door stopped him.

He paused. Maybe he'd misheard and it was just the wind. It had to be. Who would stop by the shack at this time of the day? Even tourists and customers never stop by after they close.

Dipper shrugged and grabbed a popcorn bag, now making his way over to the microwave. He didn't even have time to press a button, because the knock came again, louder and very clear this time. Okay, not the wind.

Annoyed, he left the microwave and marched to the door, ready to tell whoever it was off. He pulled it open, words already spilling out, "We're closed, man, come back tomo-"

"Not a customer, dork."

"P-Pacifica?!"

Yet again, she'd taken him off guard, and had the audacity to look even better than before. Now, the uniform and apron were long gone, replaced with something very much akin to the old Pacifica. Fancy purple jacket, short lavender dress, decorative belt, black leggings, and of course, the signature cream-colored boots with the fluff at the top.

Maybe he had been wrong. Now that he can compare normal Pacifica to work Pacifica...they literally look like two different people. He supposed it would be like taking away his hat and vest and throwing him in Soos's Mystery Shack suit. You pretty much only had the face to recognize.

"Uh, w-what are you doing here? Wait, how did you get here? Did you walk?"

"I had Lars drive me."

"Lars?"

"He's our butler."

"But I thought you guys lost all your money."

She scoffed, "I said we lost most of our money, not all of it. We're not so poor that we can't even afford a butler. I mean, even you guys have that redhead."

"Redhe- wait, you mean Wendy? She's not our butler! She works here!"

"But that's the same thing, right?"

"No, it's-" He groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose, "-Never mind. Why are you here?"

"I..." She started the sentence several times, always faltering, to the point where it almost became funny. Dipper watched her squirm and beat around the bush for at least a minute, while he just waited. He already knew what she wanted, because she'd only be this hesitant unless she needed something.

"You want my help, don't you?"

"Well, I don't want it, I need it."

Dipper smirked, "This sounds really familiar. There's not another ghost threatening the best party in the world, is there?"

"Funny. No, it's something else. Something...scarier, honestly." She bit her lip and looked around at the darkness, checking for invisible eavesdroppers. "Can we maybe talk about this out here?"

"What, outside? Why?"

"Just do it, Dipper!" Without warning, she grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him out of the Shack and into the night, with all the sounds and sights of the forest surrounding them. Crickets chirping, fireflies flashing, and the occasional croak of something unidentifiable. That was Gravity Falls for you. On the surface, it seemed like any other small country town, but if you stuck around, you'd get hints of something strange. Something...out there.

Pacifica brought him to the center of the clearing, leaving the warm imprint of her hand on his wrist. Dipper lifted his own and rubbed the spot. She was deceptively strong.

She began pacing, "So for the past couple of months, once a month, we get attacked during the night by these...creatures."

Dipper kept his face still, but on the inside, he was jumping for joy. Finally, the opportunity of a mystery! And he didn't even have to go looking for it!

"Okay. What kind of creatures?"

"That's the thing. They always come at night and they move really fast, so I can never get a good look at them. But they're huge, like, bear huge, and they kind of sound like one, but I know it's something else. Something more up your alley."

"Alright, looks and sounds like a bear. Got it. Do they leave behind any clues? Scratches or bites? Do they steal anything?"

"Why would they steal something?"

"Sometimes the paranormal take trophies for a variety of reasons. I'm just asking."

"Oh. No, they haven't taken anything. They normally don't get that far. Usually, they get through the gate and try to break in the house, leaving these big, long scratch marks everywhere."

"Have they ever broken in?"

"Yeah. Once. But the sun started to come up and it ran off."

The sun? Interesting. Dipper already had an idea of what it was, but hearing that just confirmed it.

"Alright, I know what it is."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Big creatures that look like bears? Only come around once a month? At night? Leaves when the sun comes out? It's obvious. I don't even need to look in the journals to find out."

"Well, tell me!"

Dipper let the suspense hang in the air, taking some satisfaction in how she could barely hold in her anticipation. Finally, he held up his hands and made a gesture, whispering, "Werewolves."

Pacifica just stared at him, "What the heck is that?"

"Huh? Wait, you don't know what werewolves are? You're kidding, right? Their one of the big three monster archetypes! You know? Vampires, Zombies and Werewolves!"

"Sorry I'm not a nerd! Jeez!"

Dipper just shook his head. Honestly, he shouldn't be surprised. Pacifica, up until last summer, didn't even know what the concept of sharing was, so he figured werewolves probably wouldn't be a prime subject in her head either. It just struck him as a little crazy that she helped defeat Bill and his wacky band of interdimensional demons, but she didn't recognize the most basic type of monster.

"Either way, that's what we're dealing with. And judging from the way the moon looks right now, I'd say they'll be back in a few days."

Pacifica began to panic, "Okay, but you can stop them, right?"

"It shouldn't be hard. They have like a hundred weaknesses. But the weaknesses in the movies may be different than the ones here." He perked up, an idea hitting him, "Wait here, I'll be right back."

Dipper took off back into the shack, faintly hearing Pacifica call after him, but he was already up the stairs and in his room, snatching Journal One from his backpack and flipping through the pages as he retraced his steps.

He made it five steps from the staircase when Mabel stopped him, "Hey! What's been taking you so long with that popcorn?"

Dipper didn't even have time to hide the journal. For some reason, he didn't want her knowing about Pacifica's situation. He kind of liked that she came to him and him alone for help. "Uh...there's a firefly outside that's glowing blue. I figured I'd catch it...or something."

Mabel's eyes went wide, "Really? Can I see?"

"No! I mean, no, it's a surprise. I'll catch it and bring it inside. Then we'll watch Duck-Tective."

"Alright, but you better hurry. The episode's almost over."

"I'll just be a sec!" He managed to close the distance in just three big strides, actually closing the door behind him this time. Pacifica was still standing in the same spot he left her, arms crossed.

"Did you seriously just leave me out here by myself? What if one of those werethings came out and attacked me?"

He didn't even bother unpacking that, "Sorry, I had to get my journal. If Ford spotted a werewolf around here, its info will be right here. Now let's see..." He continued flipping until he found it, just a few pages from his current spot. On the left page, Ford drew a detailed sketch of a werewolf that matched the stereotypes. Large, slender, long arms, long neck, covered in spiky fur, and most noticeably, rows of sharp teeth.

"Is that the same dumb book you used at the manor?" Pacifica asked, leaning over and peering at the journal.

"Again, it's not dumb, but technically, yeah. The one I used at the manor was Journal Three, this is Journal One. But they were written by the same person."

"Your other Uncle, right? The one that looks like Mr. Pines if he worked out?"

"Uh...Ford, yeah. That's his twin brother. Anyway, if you think I'm a paranormal expert, he's the real deal. Let's see what he wrote." Dipper tilted it so she could see better, and began skimming through the paragraphs, "Turns at the full moon...not important...will normally try to resist and prevent transformation if possible...also not important...ah, here it is! Weaknesses!"

"In pop culture, the werewolf has many weaknesses. Including silver, fire, decapitation, vampire blood, mercury, magical incantations, and wolfsbane.

However, in Gravity Falls, I have discovered that werewolves are quite rare, and have only encountered one in my time being here. Of whom I still do not know the identity of. It was a chance encounter, so I did not have time to research and test these items. Fire did not work, but silver did, wounding it upon simple contact. Melting pure silver and molding it into a bullet or a sharp point would be very fatal against this creature.

Another, perhaps easier suggestion, would be discovering the werewolf's identity and containing the human on the full moon, assuring they don't transform. I've heard that many werewolves voluntarily do this, but haven't seen it for myself."

Dipper stopped there. He found out all he needed to know. Silver was the key to defeating them. Fire proved useless, he had no idea how to get vampire blood, or where to find wolfsbane, and he seriously doubted he could physically decapitate a giant beast. A magical incantation sounded like a promising backup though, but that would take up too much time.

"So it's gotta be silver," He said, "Got it. I'll try and gather up as much as I can in the next few days, and when those things come back, we'll stop them."

Pacifica sighed in relief, "Thank you."

"No problem. We've worked together before and it turned out well, right? Technically, as a team, we've got a one hundred percent success rate in the monster hunting/mystery solving department."

She put a hand on her hip, eyeing him with a smug gleam, "I seem to remember someone being a wooden statue and me doing all the work. But maybe the details are a little fuzzy."

Dipper gasped in mock offense, "Oh come on, you pulled a lever! I did most of the work! I'm the one that trapped the ghost in the mirror to start with!"

"Yeah, and then you let it right back out."

"...True."

They both shared a short laugh and fell into silence. Awkward silence on Dipper's part, because now that his mind was taken off of the mystery, he was beginning to fully realize that he and Pacifica were alone together, outside, in the dark. Normally, he wouldn't mind, but Mabel's annoying taunts kept coming back to him, echoing in his head.

"You like Pacifica! You like Pacifica!"

"No, I don't," He growled, "Shut up."

"What?"

"Nothing! I was just talking to myself!"

Pacifica seemed to be oblivious to the exact words he muttered, but still shook her head, almost playfully, "Still weird as ever, aren't you?"

He closed the journal, using his free hand to scratch the nonexistent itch on his neck, "Guess so. Oh, by the way, would it be cool if I stopped by tomorrow to have a look at the place? You know, so I can see the scratch marks for myself."

"Why? You already know what the thing is."

"Pacifica, you gotta help me out here. I've been working non-stop. If I spend another day here cooped up I'm gonna lose my mind!"

"Fine. But you'll need to know how to find it. Give me a pen."

Dipper pulled one out of his inner vest pocket, handing it to her. Next thing he knew, Pacifica's grip was on his wrist again, this time gentler and less urgent. He had to fight the nervous sweat building in his palms from watching her write down an address on his arm.

What had gotten into him? Sweating at a simple touch? From someone like Pacifica, no less? It was almost like the way he used to act around...

Oh no. Mabel was right.

Pacifica finished just in time before he turned completely red and placed the pen back in his palm. "Just push the buzzer at the front gate and I'll let you in."

The instant she finished her sentence she whipped around and walked off, leaving him standing with his arm still lifted, mouth parted like an idiot.

"W-Wait! Don't you need a ride home?"

"I'm about to call Lars. He's just down the road." She gave him a little wave, "Later, dork."

Just like earlier in the diner when they parted, Dipper watched Pacifica's every step, with her completely oblivious. He didn't blink until the beach blonde wall of hair disappeared from view completely.

Dipper's mind entered crisis mode. Red alarms going off at every corner, all the little Dippers inside running around and freaking out, trying to put out spontaneous fires that kept appearing.

Memories of last summer began playing in his head, all involving his desperate attempts to either impress or ask out Wendy. From the first instance when he went to that haunted convenient store with her and her friends, making clones of himself to cover for him at the ticket stand so he could be with her at the dance, trying to turn back time so he could stop Robbie from asking her out, becoming an assistant lifeguard to spend time with her...and countless others.

But then something horrifying happened. In the memories, the image of Wendy changed...to Pacifica.

Dipper cringed, grabbing at the sides of his head, "No, no, no, not again! Not with her!"

There was only one solution. He needed to go to sleep as soon as possible. Maybe if he just concentrated on pushing Pacifica out of his mind the entire night, he would train himself to forget about these stupid growing feelings, and by morning, he'd be cured.

As fast as he could, Dipper darted inside and bounded up the stairs, skipping several steps and probably setting a speed record, muttering "not again" over and over.

Mabel just stared at his empty trail and shrugged. "Guess he didn't catch the firefly."

"Quack Quack Quack...Quack!"

"Oh, come on! He escaped again! He's a duck, he can't even run that fast!"

The hooded figure watched as Pacifica Northwest got into her butler's limo and rode off in the night.

They'd overheard the entire conversation between Dipper and her. This entire thing was getting annoying. The waiting. It was bad enough that he'd been working in that Shack all week, and now another thing has set him back from finding the journal.

It was the most important phase of their plan, it being the first one. The kick starter. Once he finds that journal, it begins.

"Not too eager to get out in these woods, are we Dipper?" They murmured, "That's fine. I'm patient. Who knows? Maybe I'll be there to help on your little 'werewolf' hunt."

The figure smiled mischievously and slipped back into the shadows once again.

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I remember seeing an interview where Alex Hirsch said he could see Pacifica working at Greasy's Diner post-Weirdmageddon, and there's even official concept art of it, so I sort of went with that.