Mabel's POV:

I walked past dippers room to see him sitting on his bed silently crying. He hasn't eaten in days. I don't even think he's left his room. He's been like this for a week. Ever since he followed Ford outside to the forest. Ford can't explain it. Dipper won't talk to anyone. Not even Wendy. "Hey sir dipping sauce!" I said cheerfully walking into his room. He just sniffled holding a paper to his chest. He's been holding it alot lately. "What's wrong?" I asked. He looked at me and shook his head. I knew he wanted me to leave so I did. I closed his door after I gave him one more sad look. I walked to my room. I called candy and grenda and they said they would come over. This will be fun!