Pacifica woke up twisted in her bedsheets. A loud gasp escaped her lips. She jumped when a bolt of lightning struck outside of a near window. She slowly crept out of her bed to pull the curtains closed. She didn't like the dark.

The dark.

Pacifica instantly remembered her dream.

Gideon Gleeful was her best friend back in her elementary school days. They had grown up together and never wanted to leave either ones side. All that had changed about 3 years ago when Pacifica's dad got a job offer that he couldn't refuse, so they had to move to a small town called Gravity Falls.

Pacifica and Gideon had written each other through email, text, and even hand-written letters. They kept it up for a while, but one day they just stopped. No explanation. It was as if they had simply erased themselves from each other's lives.

Until now.

Pacifica turned on her phone and scrolled through her contacts list. When her eyes scanned over his name, she couldn't seem to make herself press call.

An hour passed, maybe two.

Pacifica still stared at the name, her finger still wavered over the button. She finally pressed the button and quickly lifted the phone to her temple. She rested on her back again and stared at her bedroom ceiling. Glow in the dark star stickers stared back at her.

The phone stopped ringing.

Click.

"Hello?" a somewhat familiar voice asked.

Pacifica sat up with her legs crossed. She didn't know what to say at first, she just stared at her socks and twirled her long blonde hair with her finger.

"Um. . . Gideon?"

"Yeah?"

"It's. . . Pacifica. . ."

"SouthEast?"

"Yeah, I was just calling cause. . . you were in a dream I had. . ." Pacifica paused. For a few seconds she just listened to the soothing sound of Gideon's steady breathing. Her muscles finally relaxed. "I'm not sure why I'm telling you this. . . and it's in the middle of the night-"

"-no, it's okay."

Pacifica gnawed on her bottom lip when he cut her off.

"Go on."

She took a deep breath before continuing.

"It was dark and I was alone. It was like I was trapped in one of those. . . you know, those sensory deprivation tanks? Well, you appeared and told me you were in Oregon too and that everything was going to be okay, that we would get out of there."

Gideon's breathing slowed.

"Is everything okay?"

He swallowed loudly.

"Paz,"

Another long pause.

"I don't think that was dream."

. . . . . . . .

Dipper sat up in bed. His shirt stuck to his back like glue and his forehead was slick with sweat. His mattress creaked under his weight. Another creak sounded when he set a foot on the cold wooden floor.

His head began to ache again, but he was used to the pain by now. For the past few months he had these migraines on a regular basis. But what seemed odd was that they only came to him at night.

But tonight felt different.

Dipper padded over to the bathroom, turned on the light, and reached for the sink's faucet. His trembling hands twisted the knob for cold water and splashed it over his face. He looked up and stared carefully at his reflection. He combed his hair backward so it was out of his face.

He stopped in his tracks. The pains had come back again. He stumbled around a bit, falling backward against the wall as though a force had slammed against his body.

He fell to the cold floor and his vision blurred.
Images flashed in his head at random, like a hectic slideshow of some sort. None of it made any since.

"Help!" Dipper shouted hoarsely. It felt like the room was spinning around him. He couldn't stand up.

It wouldn't stop.

The terrible sensation of falling washed over him. Then he felt a grip on his shoulder followed by his sister's voice. "Dipper! Are you okay? Can you hear me?"

Dipper opened his tired eyes to find that he was back in bed. Mabel must've helped him out of the bathroom. She had even tucked him in back under the sheets and set a glass of water on a nearby table.

She was in her nightgown, sitting on the edge of his bed and rubbing his shoulder comfortingly.

"What happened?" Dipper mumbled.

"What did you see?" Mabel whispered excitedly, ignoring his question. She had a strange, almost wild look in her eyes.

Dipper frowned slightly and looked away.

"Symbols. . . I mostly recall a Pine Tree. . ."

When he looked back up at Mabel, she had a wide, twisted grin painted on her face.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"It's finally happening!" she squealed happily.

"What's happening?!"

Mabel gripped his shoulder tighter to a point that it hurt and her fingernails bit into his flesh.

"You're having the visions too!"

.  .  .  .  .  .  .  .

Gideon was overjoyed. He wasn't crazy! It was all real! Now he had living, breathing proof on the other end of the phone of what had happened on that stage earlier that night.

Of course he remembered that Pacifica had moved to Oregon, but it never occurred to him that they would somehow wind up in the same town.

"So where do you wanna meet up?" Pacifica asked.

Gideon shrugged, but remembered that Pacifica couldn't see him.

"I don't know. I'm really not familiar with the town. What's your favorite restaurant?"

"What about Greasy's Diner? They have the best pancakes on the planet! We should meet up for breakfast in the morning!"

Gideon smiled. "Sounds great! What time?"

"Is seven okay with you?"

"Yep."

"Perfect! Can't wait to see you!"

"Me either."

For a while neither knew who should hang up first. Soon Gideon began to panic, so he muttered a quick "goodnight" then pressed end before he could hear Pacifica's reply.

He fell back on his bed and stared out the window across the room. It was still raining. Gideon really didn't like rain, or anything about this town at all. But now that Pacifica was back in his life, he began to have hope that just maybe things would start looking up.

Gideon sighed.

Just maybe.