Dipper turned the frayed journal page.

He had to find out what all of this meant. It couldn't all be a coincidence. It just couldn't.

Dipper turned the page again, he looked down and saw the familiar page. Bill.

Could this answer all of his questions? Maybe.

Dipper stood up and walked over to the black light. He reached up to the top of the drawer and managed to slide it off into his arms, then he walked back to the journal and sat down.

Dipper flicked the light's switch and hovered the black light over the book page. What he saw, stunned him.

Ship: Probably BillDip