Dipper and Pacifica made their way around the forest, hanging the signs against each tree they found. The signs weren't heavy, a relief for Dipper as he tried to keep the boards from tumbling to the ground as he held them. Pacifica seemed unfazed by this, skipping around the forest to find the 'perfect' trees. The hammer swung loosely in her hand, her straight hair bouncing around behind her. This almost seemed to hypnotize Dipper. Not in a good way though. Her hair... The way it swung. It was so familiar. 'I feel like I've seen something like that before.' He thought to himself, keeping his eyes glued to the tips of her (Probably fake) blond hair. The way it flared at the tips. It moved with such calculation. It had an odd sway to it, almost like... fire. Dipper paused, the signs still in his hands, causing Pacifica to turn around in slight annoyance. "Hey!" She said, not trying to be rude. But, more so, demanding. Dipper didn't respond. His face showed nothing but being spaced out. This got Pacifica slightly worried, making her bite her lip. She walked up to his face, getting an inch or 2 away, and waved her hand in front of him. "Hey..." Pacifica said, sounding soft this time. She gave a sympathetic smile to him as she looked into his brown eyes. Strange... They almost seemed to have a tint of blue in them. Just as she spoke, Dipper gasped, snapping out of it. His once wide pupils shrunk, signifying his reconnection to reality. The blue that tinted his eyes seemed to disappear almost instantly and Pacifica decided to push the question to the back of her head.

"Huh? Oh. Sorry. I was thinking." He said, trying not to sound worried or scared. Pacifica gave a slight Nod at his answer. It was partially a way or saying 'I believe you' and 'we can talk when you're ready to talk.' Dipper and Pacifica then continued walking, looking for a sturdy enough tree to place the plank of wood.

Pacifica, seeing the sun start to set, looked down at Dipper's hands. Dread swept over them as they saw his hands still held one sign left. "Ugh! I don't even want to find a 'perfect' tree anymore! Let's just hang it!" She said, throwing her hands in the air. Dipper nodded weakly, tired from carrying the splinter-infested wood in his arms for what felt like a couple of hours. Pacifica scoped out the scene, quickly pointing out a thick tree to puncher a nail through. "There!" She said, almost as if she was a pirate searching for treasure. She raced to the tree, grabbing poor Dipper's arm in the process. Pacifica jumped energetically as they reached it, the roots of the tree big enough for someone to sit on. He looked at the roots temptingly, yearning to sit down for just a moment or two. Dipper had always been an insomniac. But this was the first time he actually felt like he could fall asleep right then and there. But, nonetheless, he stood still, waiting for Pacifica to finally take the last board.

As she grabbed the nail, reeling the hammer back to strike it with the board, she felt a surge of power go through her. As she smashed the hammer against the nail, she and Dipper were met with a loud bang. The nail went past the tree, but it didn't sound like wood. They watched in surprise, seeing the tree spark and sputter out sparks like it was a machine. They were about to say something, only to hear another sound. Something opening. A trapdoor? They turned around, cautious of what they would see. Once they turned around, they were surprised to see an opening in the ground. A book, red and ripped, laid proudly in the slot. Pacifica's eyes instantly lit up, racing over to the space. "DIBS!!!" She shouted, quickly grabbing the book and bolting away. She turned, waving vigorously at him as she made her way towards what she thought was the exit. Dipper was shocked at this action, extending his hand out to grab her. "No! No! No! Wait!" He said. But it was too late. She was already out of sight. How could he be so stupid to let something so... IMPORTANT... get taken away from him? Even if it wasn't his. Stan had the second journal, Mabel and Dipper had the 3rd journal, and now this girl had the first journal. And he let her get it before he could even comprehend what was going on. Stan was not going to be happy about this. And his carelessness definitely wouldn't go unpunished. "The journal..." He said. "Is in the hands of my crush?"