I'm back in Gravity Falls. We had good times as kids and lost them as teens here. I get out of my car and head into the building and sit in a booth. I wait for twenty minutes until a nurse and a guard sit a patient down on the opposite side. The patient had messy brown hair with black on the bottom. He looks up. He still had yellow eyes with stretched pupils.

"Fifteen minutes." The guard says.

"What do you want?" He asks, obviously annoyed.

"What, no hey sis? No, thanks for being your only visitor ever?" I say.

"Hi, Shooting Star." He says with a small grin.

"Oh, hi, Dipper. I didn't see you there." I reply.

"What do you want?" He asks again.

"I want to help you-" he cuts me off.

"Get out of this hell hole. Good luck." He says.

"But-"

"You don't believe I should be in here, do you?"

"Could you stop finishing my sentences and-"

"Reading your mind? I can't help it. I haven't had a decent conversation in two years."

"I take it you try to talk to people, but they're too mentally unstable to reply back or appropriately."

"Yes. Also, how's Llama doing?"

"Pacifica?" He nods his head. "She's doing fine."

"If you believe I'm mentally stable, get rid of all my records. Every last thing that has my name, including the file in this loony bin."

"Okay." The nurse and guard return and take him away. That's odd, it hasn't even been fifteen minutes, barely even five.