"Um..." Norman didn't seem to know where to start. He kept glancing at nothing, and then back to Dipper and Wirt, who waited patiently. Eventually, Norman sighed.

"Yeah, you're right," Norman said, and Wirt blinked.

"Who is?" Dipper asked, and Norman fidgeted.

"It's... Adam," Norman told them. "Well, one of them is."

Both of Dipper and Wirt's mouth fell open, and neither of them responded for a long time while Norman waited nervously. Wirt didn't know what to say... he didn't know how to react; the information Norman was giving him didn't fit with what he'd thought before. This didn't make any sense...

Eventually, Wirt managed to force something out. "I... really? Is it really him?"

Norman rung his hands, glancing to the side. "Yeah. He's telling to remind you about the dragonfly, to remind you."

Wirt audibly swallowed. He squinted around the wall, but he still couldn't see anything. "Oh."

"Yeah," Wirt said, nodding nervously. "He also said... that he was sorry for leaving you guys, and that he really was only trying to help, and that he, well, really thought he could do something..."

"...Tell him that it's alright," Wirt said, and wow, was all this awkward.

"He can hear you," Norman told him.

"What happened to him?" Dipper spoke up, but then he paused. "Er... what happened to you, Adam?"

Norman looked a little chagrined that this conversation was happening through him, but he tilted his head to listen for Adam's answer anyway. "He was killed by a giant bug, he says."

Dipper sighed. "Anything else?"

"...He says he can't really remember," Norman said. "You forget a lot when you're dead."

"Not just when you're dead," Wirt muttered. He wasn't really a forgetful person, but he frequently found himself forgetting things that happened a couple months ago, but his memory of his life before remained intact. It was just life here that remained blurry, and Wirt had just chocked that up to the pure stress of this place.

But he still remembered Adam, and though most of their time together had been spent worrying about whether Kipo was who she said she was or not, he still had come to care about him, and, just like Kipo, his death had hit Wirt hard. He still had trouble wrapping his mind around it, the fact that someone who had been a constant by his side for so long was just... gone.

Well, not gone, because here he was again, apparently. Somehow, Wirt had a harder time processing that more then anything else. He felt like he should say something, but his mind went blank, and he was left staring dumbly at Norman, who stared back.

Eventually, Dipper shook his head. He looked out of his depth, too. "Norman, you had said there were two ghosts?"

Norman blinked, seemingly surprised. He hesitated for a couple seconds. "Yeah, I did. The other one is one you hadn't met before, and he says that he lived in this world before us, but he isn't from this world either."

Dipper and Wirt exchanged a confused look, and even Norman seemed to realize that what he was saying was kind of a shocking revelation. He paused for a second to let them take it in before continuing.

"Uh, he says his name is Ash Ketchum," Norman continued awkwardly.

"Ash Kechtum?" Dipper repeated, tilting his head. "That's a bit of an odd name."

"Isn't your name Dipper?" Wirt asked, glancing down at him.

"Uh, it's a nickname, Wirt," Dipper replied.

"You both have kind of weird names," Norman told them both, and neither had a good response to that. Norman moved on. "Um, okay, so apparently in the world we're in, we weren't the first ones here. There have been a lot of groups of kids here, kids like us, who are from different places. They were put here like we were: with no instruction on how to defend ourselves, and no way to get out."

Norman paused, and Dipper and Wirt stared at him. They both had a feeling they knew what where his story was going, but neither of them interrupted.

"All of Ash's group died," Norman finished. "All sixteen of them, but they did manage to find out a lot of important things."

"Really?" Dipper asked, sounding curious, but then his voice became flat. "But he forgot it all, didn't he?"

"Not all," Norman defended, and both Dipper and Wirt were taken aback. "He remembered all that, didn't he? Also, he said he wants to help us."

"... Hm," Dipper hummed thoughtfully. "Does he know how to get us out of here?"

Norman listened for a minute. "No."

"Does he know even a little bit about how to get us out of here?" Dipper asked.

"...No."

"...Oh," Dipper said. "Then what-?"

"He doesn't remember anything," Norman asked flatly. "Well, sort of. He remembered that there was something important about where he died."

"...Huh," Dipper said. "Where did he die?"

Norman listened for a moment, and then frowned. "A house in some plains, one with books and stuff filled with a strange language."

Wirt's head snapped up. "Oh! I know where that is. Me and Kipo stayed there for a little bit."

Dipper and Norman gave him a surprised look, and Wirt instantly shrank back into himself. "Uh... I think."

"What do you remember about it?" Dipper asked him, and Wirt shrugged.

"It was kind of like these houses, but it only had one floor..." he told them, but he suddenly frowned as something came to him. "Oh, wait. It had a dead body in it."

Dipper and Norman's eyes suddenly widened.

"You stayed there?" Dipper asked.

"With the dead body?" Norman continued, just as judgemental, and Wirt rubbed his reck self consciously.

"I-I mean... we didn't go into that room all that much..." Wirt told them, but their expressions didn't change.

"That's... I think I misjudged you," Dipper admitted.

"I didn't," Norman said, and there was something like awe in his voice. "But I didn't think you were that much of an Edgar Poe fan."

"Huh?!" Dipper looked over to Norman. "What? I'm not, it's just that neither of us wanted to move it!"

"Did you write a lot of poems about it?" Dipper asked him, and Wirt winced.

"Well... yeah, I guess, but... uh."

Dipper and Norman gave Wirt a look, and Wirt crossed his arms. "I write poems about other stuff, too."

"I don't think you should," Dipper told him.

"Yeah, I think you should stay in your niche," Norman agreed. Wirt glared at both of them, and then opened his mouth to try and change the topic. Norman beat him to it.

"By the way, Ash and Adam agree with us," Norman told him.

"What?" Wirt cried incredulity. "Adam! I mean, no! We've focused on this too long! Uh... what were we talking about before, we should go back to that!"

Norman and Dipper giggled at him, and Wirt sighed.

"Can we please... go back... to what we were talking about before... please?" Wirt asked, but to his annoyance, Dipper and Norman reveled in their amusement for several more minutes before Norman finally took pity on him. Kind of.

"Oh... I think we'll have to continue this later," Norman told them, still almost smiling. He nodded to the empty space beside him. "Ash says we should probably go quickly, because the storms picking up outside."

"We're going right now?" Wirt asked, glancing to Norman's window. The rain was still pounding down on it, but unlike just a few minutes ago, it didn't sound scary anymore. No, it sounded more like it usually did for Wirt: nice and calming. It even felt warm now, but that was probably more due to his friends then the actual temperature.

"It sounds like it's really picking up," Dipper noted, drawing Wirt's attention back to the conversation at hand. "What, are we on a time limit or something? Do you think we can get to the house before the storm or can we wait until after?"

Dipper glanced at Wirt as he said this, but Wirt only put up his hands in defense.

"Sorry, I have no clue," he told Dipper, who then turned to Norman, who was listening to one of the ghosts.

'Maybe he's talking to Adam,' Wirt thought, and he suddenly felt guilty. Maybe it was because he couldn't see Adam, but since he was so used to it, Wirt kept forgetting he was there. He wondered if Adam was angry at him, but at the end of the day, Wirt really had no clue. He had no clue about any of this, what he should do or say... it would be easier if he could see him...

"Adam says we should get there within an hour and a half," Norman told them. "But Ash says that the storm will try and stop us, so we should just go anyway."

"The storm will?" Dipper repeated, looking out of the window. "How? Is it being controlled by something?"

"Yeah," Norman told him. "But he doesn't remember what."

"Great," Dipper sighed. He glanced around, at Wirt and Norman. "Well? Should we go?"

Wirt took another peek out the window, and shivered. The rain was coming down harder than he had ever seen, but somehow, he didn't think this was the worst of it.

"I don't know..." he said, nervously. "Will we survive that?"

Even Norman looked wary as he followed Wirt's gaze. They were all thinking the same thing: there was no way they were getting through that.

Still, he shook his head. "We have to. We all want to get home, right? And if Ash thinks this will help us, then we should definitely go, right?"

"He said he doesn't remember anything," Dipper reminded him absentmindedly.

"He remembered that," Norman argued. But then his voice got softer. "I don't know... I just feel like somethings going to happen after this. I feel like this is our only chance."

"But... we don't know what it's our best chance of," Wirt told him. "This seems like a bad gamble. If we get there, what if we can't come back? There's a lot of dangerous things over there, and an hour and a half is a long way..."

"Adam can guide us, he says he knows the tunnels pretty well, since he was wondering around down there for a long time," Norman said, gesturing to an empty spot. Again, Wirt wished he could see him as his eyes glanced to the spot.

He tilted his head. "Tunnels?"

Norman's mouth opened and then closed. "I guess you don't know."

"I was stuck in the air for a long time."

"I think I know to get passed the rain," Dipper suddenly spoke up, and Norman and Wirt looked over to him.

"...How?" Wirt asked. "Maybe umbrella's or... um..."

Dipper shook his head. "No, not any of those things. When I was looking at some of Tulip's maps, I noticed an underground river-."

"Oh, the tunnels!" Wirt suddenly cried. "If we go through the tunnels we'll be out of the rain."

Dipper and Norman stared at him.

"The tunnels will be flooded by now, Wirt," Dipper reminded him.

"Oh. Er... carry on... then."

Dipper shook his head. "Well, as I was saying, there's an underground river under there, and Tulip found a boat there. I think the actual underground river would have overflowed by this point, but I doubt the rest of it has. So, if we use the boat and navigate the tunnels correctly, we should be able to get there pretty quickly, and safely."

Wirt tried to imagine how that would go, but all he could think of was a tiny little rowboat smashing into tiny little pieces against a pointy rock wall, with them in it. He grimaced.

"That sounds pretty dangerous..." he told them. "How will we be able to navigate correctly?"

"By rowing, obviously," Norman said thoughtfully. "I think it's a good idea."

"Huh? Hold on," Wirt interjected quickly. How did Dipper and Norman find themselves onboard so quickly? "I don't think this will be as easy as you all are thinking! Do any of us actually have any experience with boats."

"My grunkle takes me fishing somethings," Dipper said. Wirt rolled his eyes. Never did he think that he would be the voice of reason.

"Yeah, well, I've been on a boat, too, it doesn't mean I'm remotely qualified for this," Wirt argued. "This boat probably doesn't even have life jackets, and-."

"You don't have to come, Wirt," Norman interrupted tiredly. "But I am."

"Me too," Dipper said quickly. "Yeah, Wirt, you can stay here if you want."

"Wait, what?!" Wirt blinked at the both of them, kind of hurt. The conversation had suddenly changed so much that he felt like he got whiplash. "I... what?"

"You don't have to come if you don't want to," Dipper told him. "You're right, it probably will be dangerous."

"Then why are you two going?!" Wirt cried.

"Because it might be important to getting out of here," Norman explained, and Wirt paused, looking over to him. Thoughts raced through his head.

'Leave? We can't leave already... I mean, I'm pretty sure Greg isn't here, but I also haven't looked... but if he is, I can't leave him behind... but he probably isn't here... and I don't know if I can stand this place much longer...'

Wirt ducked his head guiltily, a question on the tip of his tongue. After a couple seconds, he just decided to ask it.

"Um... if we get out... what will happen to Adam?" he asked. "And Ash?"

Norman glanced at the ghosts again. "...I don't know. I... don't think they'll come back to life."

"That's not what I was saying." Wirt hesitated again, but like last time, he decided to speak his mind. "Will they stay here?"

Norman suddenly seemed taken aback; he hadn't seemed to consider that before.

"I don't know," he said, and Wirt sighed.

"Well... I guess I do want to get out of here," Wirt thought out loud. 'And if there's even the slightest chance that I'll find Greg...' "Yeah, I'll come."

Norman and Dipper cheered.

"Good," Norman said, smiling up at him. "We should leave soon, then. Like right now."

"In five minutes actually," Dipper corrected. He shook his bag. "That's all I need to get ready."

"...Five minutes," Norman eventually agreed. "Get everything you need. We'll meet at the community centre."