JANUARY 19, 2013

It was early afternoon, but the sky gave no indication of the time. Dipper looked up at the starry sky, wondering what dimension they were in now. What kind of people and animals lived on its planets? Did they have any idea that the township was here, that it had a dangerous demon as its passenger?

He walked quietly through the snow, staying by the Museum. He was headed for the trees on the northwest corner of the property — the same trees he and Gideon had snuck through on Wednesday. It was Saturday now. Mabel had been in her prison for a week. Dipper clung to the hope that Gideon would save her, ignoring the small voice in his head that worried otherwise.

He soon made it to the trees. Inside the grove were his two peryton friends, Rowan and Marigold. They had gone into the trees about an hour ago, waiting for Dipper to join them. Hopefully, any Northwest servants or Order members who had seen the perytons hide in the trees either thought it was unimportant or had forgotten about it completely.

Mentally, Dipper sent the perytons a question: Are you ready? The perytons sent back a feeling in the affirmative. Dipper had been practicing silent, telepathic communication with the perytons for the past few days. He preferred speaking out loud — he liked noise — but the perytons' magical form of communication was really cool. And helpful for sneaking away, which is what Dipper was trying to do now.

Rowan told Dipper that he would take him, and Marigold would stay here. Okay, Dipper thought, and he climbed onto Rowan's back.

He didn't expect to be gone long, but he had a backpack with snacks, a flashlight, knockout patches, and a stun gun. Melody was the only one who knew what he was doing; he hadn't told Ford for fear of being stopped. Ford would probably think this was an unnecessary risk, but Dipper disagreed. This was very necessary.

Rowan moved quietly to the edge of the trees. The pathway to the gift shop was only a few feet away, and Rowan was going to use it as a runway. Dipper peered through the trees at the guard who stood on the path just outside the invisible barrier around the Museum. It seemed to be the same man as when he'd checked earlier: an Order member, not a servant. No gun.

Dipper silently told Rowan that there wasn't a servant in sight, and the chance of being shot at was low. Of course, there was still a chance, which is what made this a risk. But Dipper had specifically waited for a time when there wasn't a servant on the path to the gift shop.

All right, Rowan. Go.

Rowan burst from the trees, then turned and ran straight down the path. The Order member screamed and jumped out of the way when he saw a large winged deer running straight at him. It was a good thing he moved, for when Rowan jumped into the air, his front hooves passed through the spot where the man's head had been.

Dipper felt his stomach drop as Rowan began his flight. Then they were in the air, climbing higher and higher. People were yelling below, and soon Dipper heard the crack of a gunshot. But by then, he and Rowan were too high to hit and too hard to see in the darkness.

Rowan banked and flew southeast, as Dipper had directed him to. Dipper had done his best to show Rowan a mental picture of the place they were going, and now he would help him find the right house.

"There it is," Dipper whispered after a few minutes. Now that they were out of the Museum, he would rather talk out loud than try to communicate mentally. "Right there, see it?"

Rowan saw the house and headed to it, flying over the rift that ran down the town's main road and landing in the house's front yard. Dipper slipped off Rowan's back. "Thanks," he told the peryton with a smile. "I'll go get Greyson."

That was where they had landed: the house of Greyson Gray. Dipper was going to see his friend for the first time in almost four weeks.

Dipper ran up the front steps and knocked on the door. "Greyson!" he called. "Greyson, it's me, Dipper!"

He kept knocking until someone opened the door. A man with a surprised look on his face stood behind it.

"Hi! Are you Greyson's dad?" said Dipper. "I'm his friend Dipper."

Greyson appeared behind his dad. His eyes were wide with surprise. "Dipper! What are you doing here? How—?"

"Greyson!" At the sight of his friend, Dipper's emotions took control. He leapt forward and threw his arms around him.

Greyson hugged him back, in shock at first, then with the strength of a long-lost friend. It had been four weeks since they'd seen each other, and it was the longest four weeks of Dipper's life. Probably Greyson's, too.

The hug lasted a long time, maybe a full minute. Dipper felt his emotions rise in his throat. His friend was safe. With his painful fear for Mabel, Dipper didn't know if he could handle anyone else he cared about getting hurt.

Finally, the boys pulled apart. "How?" Greyson asked, his voice full of joyful wonder. "How are you here?"

"My friend Rowan," Dipper said. He pointed to the peryton on the lawn. "He brought me here."

Greyson's eyes widened. He and his dad (who had been pushed out of the way when Dipper and Greyson had hugged) stared at the peryton. "What. . . ?" Greyson breathed.

Dipper realized that Greyson and his dad didn't know about the supernatural — their memories of it had been taken by the Order. "This is Rowan," Dipper said. "He's a peryton. A winged deer."

"Woah," said Greyson.

"Arthur, who's at the door?" said another voice. A woman, presumably Greyson's mother, approached.

Dipper smiled at her. "Hi, Mrs. Gray, I'm Dipper. Greyson's friend. I'm here to take him to visit Candy."

Mrs. Gray frowned. "How would you. . . ?" Her voice trailed off as she noticed Rowan. Rowan spread his wings for the humans to see.

"There's a lot of magical stuff in the woods," Dipper said. "My peryton friend helps me fly over the rifts. Can Greyson come with me?"

Mr. and Mrs. Gray glanced at each other. "I'm. . . not sure," Mr. Gray said.

"Please?" said Greyson. "I want to see Candy!"

Dipper had assumed that Greyson and Candy hadn't seen each other since the rifts had formed, and it seemed he was right. "Where does she live?" he asked. He didn't actually know.

"Just behind us," said Greyson. "Our backyards touch. But there's a rift right between them."

Dipper's eyes widened. "Really?"

"Yeah. I've seen Candy out in her yard, and we've waved to each other across the rift, but we're too far apart to talk." Greyson glanced at his feet. "It's been really lonely. To see someone but not be able to talk to them."

Dipper glanced up at Mabel's moon, which he could see a bit of behind the Grays' house. "Yeah," he said quietly, "I know how that feels."

"But you can fly over to her, right?" said Greyson. "I mean — if—" His face turned pink. "If your peryton can hold me."

"Yeah, of course he can! He can carry both of us," Dipper said.

"Please, Mom and Dad?" Greyson asked.

His parents looked hesitant. "It's safe?" Mr. Gray asked Dipper.

"Just like riding a horse," Dipper said, "except Rowan is a lot smarter. He won't let us get hurt."

"And you'll just be at Candy's house?" said Mrs. Gray.

"Yep." Dipper wondered if he should mention the fact that there was a minotaur at Candy's house. A minotaur who was responsible for the rifts and the ever-changing sky of stars. But he didn't want to give the Grays any reason to stop Greyson from going, so he didn't say anything. He knew he should, but it'd take too long to explain.

"Well. . . okay," Mrs. Gray said, with another glance at her husband.

He nodded. "Come back soon, okay? A few hours at the most."

"Awesome! Thanks!" said Dipper. "C'mon, Greyson, let's go!"

"Let me grab my coat," Greyson said.

He disappeared into the house, and Mr. and Mrs. Gray looked at Rowan. "May I. . . go up to him?" Mr. Gray asked.

"Sure," said Dipper. "You gotta bow to him first, and then he'll approach. He can talk to you in your mind, through feelings and stuff, so don't be surprised if that happens."

Mr. Gray blinked at this piece of information, but he didn't let it stop him. He went down the porch steps onto the front walk, then, with a self-conscious glance at Dipper, bowed to Rowan.

Rowan folded his wings and bowed back. He stepped forward so that Mr. Gray, who was barefoot, didn't have to leave the concrete. Mr. Gray gently touched Rowan's wing.

"Lisa," he said in awe, "you should come over here."

His wife glanced at his bare feet. "You're going to get frostbite," she said. But she came out anyway, shuddering as the cold seeped through her socks.

While Mr. and Mrs. Gray talked to Rowan, Dipper waited for Greyson on the porch. A minute later, Greyson came hurrying out in a coat and boots. "Let's go," he said excitedly.

Dipper led Greyson over to Rowan and instructed him to bow. Greyson did so, and Rowan sent a warm greeting that all of them could feel.

Mr. and Mrs. Gray stepped back, and Rowan came onto the concrete so it would be easier for Dipper and Greyson to mount. He leaned down so the boys could get on his back. Dipper let Greyson go first, then climbed on behind him.

"This is so cool," Greyson whispered as Rowan stood.

Rowan asked Mr. and Mrs. Gray to give him space, and they went back to the porch. The peryton followed them to the steps, then turned, spread his wings, and ran down the concrete path. Greyson gasped as Rowan jumped into the air.

The flight wasn't long at all. Rowan simply turned in a wide circle, and then they were over the house behind the Grays'. "Yep, it's just right there," Greyson said when Rowan asked if that was it.

"Wait, Rowan, can you just hover here for a minute?" Dipper asked. Rowan agreed, and Dipper put a hand on Greyson's shoulder to get his attention. "There's something else. It's not just Candy and her mom at her house."

"It's not?" Greyson asked.

"There's a minotaur there. There's actually a whole village of minotaurs in the forest."

"Yeah," Greyson said, "I saw some last week. They were handing out supplies."

"Right," Dipper said. "I wanted to go help them, but they didn't let me. Anyway, there's a minotaur at Candy's house. He's her dad."

Greyson looked over his shoulder, though he seemed too afraid of the height to turn all the way around. "What?"

"Candy's dad is a minotaur," said Dipper. "His name is Caleb, and he's with the Chius right now."

"No way," Greyson said.

"Part of the reason I came is that I need to talk to him," Dipper said. "Also that I really wanted to see you and Candy."

Greyson was quiet for a long moment as he processed this. "Well. Okay then," he finally said.

Dipper grinned. Greyson was reacting pretty well to all this magic stuff — just like he had with the Mabel clones on the day Dipper had met him. Dipper assumed the memories of that day had been largely wiped from Greyson's mind by the Order, but it was good to know that he was still pretty chill about the supernatural. "Okay, Rowan, let's go down there," Dipper said.

Rowan flew down to the house. Dipper's stomach turned over, with both the change in altitude and a sudden nervousness. Dipper was acting mainly on instinct right now, letting his desire to see his friend overrule any reservations he had about going to the Chiu house. But he did have reservations. First off, Candy's mom was a member of the Order. Was she safe to be around? Second, Caleb had basically started the apocalypse. Was Dipper crazy to approach him? And third, Dipper was a Symbol. Candy's mom and Caleb may or may not know that, but if they did, they might want to hurt Dipper or stop him from going home.

Dipper had a sudden flash of what Ford looked like after he'd been tortured on Wednesday. Surely. . . surely nothing like that would happen here. Dipper would be careful, and he could get away on Rowan if he needed to.

Rowan landed near the porch. Dipper heard footsteps pounding through the house, and the door flew open. "Greyson! Dipper!" said Candy breathlessly.

"Candy!" Greyson said, climbing off of Rowan. He didn't have the best balance, and he fell into the snow, but he popped up a moment later. "Did you see us from your room, Candy? I was flying!"

"I saw!" Candy said, grinning.

Dipper dismounted, and Rowan said he would wait out here for however long Dipper needed. "Thanks, Rowan," Dipper said, patting his neck. Then he ran up to the porch with Greyson on his heels.

"Candy, what's going on?" said a female voice. Candy's mother, who looked almost exactly like her daughter, appeared at the door. "Who—?" Her voice broke off.

Dipper stopped. "Hi, Mrs. Chiu," he said carefully. "Do you know who I am?"

Candy's mom paused. "Most people call me Ms. Chiu," she said absently, "or just Yingtai. But. . . I should start going by Mrs. Chiu. Don't you think, Candy?"

Candy's happy mood was gone in an instant. She folded her arms. "I guess," she said sullenly.

Yingtai frowned at this, then turned back to Dipper. "You're Dipper Pines, yes? Candy's friend?"

"Yes," Dipper said. He waited, wondering if she would add that he was a Symbol. Did she know?

If her hesitant expression meant anything, then she did. "And. . . why are you here?" she asked.

"To see my friend," Dipper said. "And. . . and to talk to Caleb."

Yingtai's eyes widened. So did Candy's. "You know about my dad?" Candy said.

"Yeah, Andrew told me." Dipper looked at Yingtai as he said this, studying her reaction.

She gave a little start at Andrew's name. Her face was a mixture of guilt and fear. "He did?" she asked quietly.

"I flew to the minotaur village with my friend Rowan," Dipper said, waving a hand at the peryton. "Andrew told me about what happened last week. He. . . he's really hurt."

"I know," Yingtai whispered.

Dipper wanted to ask what Yingtai and Caleb were thinking, betraying Andrew like that. Betraying everyone like that. But Yingtai was an Order member, and from what Andrew had told him, Caleb also supported Bill. It made Dipper sick to think about it — especially when he thought about the pain of losing Mabel — but he managed not to say anything. Was it even worth trying to change their minds?

"Can I come in?" Dipper asked. "Will I. . . be safe here?"

Yingtai met his eyes, and he was almost sure she knew what he meant. Finally, she came out and said it. "You're a Symbol."

"Yeah. And I'm going to help form the Cipher Wheel."

He probably shouldn't have been so blunt. But it was true. He wanted everyone to know that he would do his part to stop the demon that had hurt his family.

"Cipher Wheel?" said Candy. "You mean the Bill Cipher guy?"

"What do you know about him?" Dipper asked her. He glanced at Greyson, who looked really confused, but who listened without interrupting.

Candy shrugged. "Not much. Mom and Dad say we're going to go live in his dimension." At this, she shot an obstinate glare at her mother. "And I say that's the dumbest plan I've ever heard."

"Agreed," Dipper said. "Which is why I'm going to help stop him."

"You want to come into my house after declaring yourself as my enemy?" said Yingtai, folding her arms.

"I'm not your enemy," Dipper said. "I'm Bill's enemy. And he's your enemy."

Yingtai's face was pale with anger. "No, he's not. And you're not welcome in my house."

"Mom!" protested Candy. "That's stupid! Let him in!"

"No, Candy," Yingtai said. "He's trying to stop Cipher. And if he talked to Andrew, then he probably came to take your father away."

"I don't think I'm strong enough to do that," Dipper pointed out. "I don't want to, either. I want to talk to him, if he's willing. But if he's not, I'd still like to come in and talk to Candy. It's cold out here."

Candy gave a shiver at that; she wasn't wearing a coat like Dipper and Greyson. Dipper wondered if it was stupid to ask to enter the house of someone who thought of him as an enemy. It probably was.

"Well, you should definitely talk to my dad," Candy said. "You can help me tell him how stupid it is to want to go live in another dimension."

"Candy, don't call your father stupid," Yingtai said thinly.

"I didn't! I called the plan stupid!"

"Can we come in, Ms. Chiu?" Greyson asked. "Or, um, Mrs. Chiu? I just. . . I don't know what you all are talking about, but I really want to talk to Candy. I haven't seen her in a while."

Yingtai's face softened. "Of course you can come in, Greyson. I just don't think it's a good idea for Dipper to."

Dipper folded his arms. "Why, because you'll kidnap me if I do? Or is it because you don't want someone who cares about Andrew in your house?"

Yingtai flinched. "How dare you," she whispered.

"How dare you," said Dipper. His parents would chastise him for talking rudely to an adult, especially one he didn't know, but he thought it was warranted. "You and Caleb hid for thirteen years, from Andrew and everyone else, and then you revealed yourselves by stealing the dagger that started the apocalypse! You seem to care more about Bill than you do Andrew or my sister, who is the one up in the sky, by the way, thanks to the dagger."

"Caleb and I care about each other and about Candy," Yingtai said firmly. "Andrew would never have let us be together if we'd told him. It's because of him that we had to hide from everyone."

"What?" Candy said incredulously. "It's Dad's fault that he hid from me! He didn't have to! You could've told me who my dad was a long time ago!"

Mother and daughter glared at each other. Then, "C'mon, guys," Candy said to the boys. "Let's go up to my room."

With a nervous glance at Yingtai, Greyson followed Candy inside. Dipper hesitated just outside the door. "I won't hurt you," he said to Yingtai, "and you won't hurt me?" He had a stun gun and knockout patches that he could use if things got crazy, but he'd rather not.

"Fine," Yingtai said tersely.

Dipper managed a small smile. "Thanks."

He went inside and followed Candy and Greyson up the stairs to Candy's room. A window in the room gave Dipper a good view of Rowan in the front yard. Dipper hoped the peryton wasn't in any danger here. What if Yingtai had a gun? What if she wanted to shoot Rowan so he and Dipper couldn't fly away?

Ford would be angry at Dipper for coming here without any backup plans. But even in his apprehension, Dipper felt relieved to be with his friends. "So what's the deal with your dad?" he asked Candy as he took off his backpack and put it on the floor. "Did you really not know about him until now?"

"No, I didn't," Candy said angrily. "He just showed up, and now he expects me to act like I've known him my whole life and like it was totally fine for him to hide from me!" She sank her fist into a fluffy pillow on her bed. She had a lot of pillows, and Dipper had a feeling they were more for punching bags than for decoration.

"How did he hide from you?" Greyson asked.

"He and Mom would meet secretly in the forest. And you know what?" Candy added. "I followed them once. I saw them. But then I forgot about it. Ever since my dad showed up, I've been remembering all sorts of random stuff — including your sister having a bunch of clones of herself, Dip — and it's so confusing. And I keep remembering Gideon Northwest, of all people, in a dark room with this weird blue light. . . ."

Dipper's eyes widened. "You're remembering that stuff?"

Candy looked at him in surprise. "You knew about it?"

"Well," Dipper said carefully, "I remember the day with the clones. And I can tell you what's going on with Gideon."

"You can?" Candy said eagerly.

Dipper hesitated. Candy would probably want to beat Gideon up for all the times he'd wiped her memories. But Gideon wasn't here, and Candy deserved to know what was going on. So did Greyson, even if he didn't remember anything.

"Has your mom told you anything about the Order of the Crescent Eye?" Dipper asked.

"Yeah, she mentioned it as the group that helps Bill Cipher," Candy said.

"Well, they also wipe memories. If someone sees anything supernatural, the Order gets rid of their memories. They make Gideon Northwest do it for them, using a magical amulet he has. Did. . . did your mom tell you anything about that?"

Candy's face got increasingly red as Dipper spoke. "No," she growled, "she didn't. I haven't asked; I don't exactly want to talk to her right now. But no, she didn't say anything about Gideon Stupid Northwest wiping my memories."

"It wasn't his choice, if that helps," said Dipper, although he doubted it did. He still got angry at Gideon sometimes for his involvement with the Order, even if he logically knew that he wasn't on Bill's side.

"How often does that happen?" asked Greyson, a look of alarm on his face. "How many memories have we lost?"

"A lot, I think," Candy said. "I have new memories popping up in my head all the time these days. It's annoying."

"Is that going to happen to me now, too? Since you told me about it?" Greyson asked Dipper.

Dipper shrugged. "I don't know how it works."

"They'll probably come back, yeah," Candy told Greyson. "I'd apologize, but it's not my fault Gideon stole your memories."

"No, it's not," Greyson said quietly. He'd gotten past the original reaction of surprise, and now his face was pensive.

"What about you?" Candy asked Dipper. "How come you know all this? What about your memories?"

"I'm immune to Gideon's amulet," Dipper said. "It's part of being a Symbol. Also, Gideon has been staying at the Museum for a couple weeks — since the barrier around town appeared — and he and I are friends now."

Candy raised her eyebrows. "Really?"

"Yeah. He's saving my sister right now."

"Saving your sister?" asked Greyson.

Dipper told them what had happened to Mabel, and what could happen to Mabel, and how Gideon was going to save her before it was too late. He also told of their adventure on Wednesday to get Gideon's amulet back. The more he talked, the more he realized just how much had happened in the four weeks since he'd seen his friends. He told them about why the gravitational anomalies had happened, about how they'd found Ford's brother, and about the time bubble. He told them about his friend Andrew, about Andrew's role as guardian over Bill Cipher's prison, and about Bill and his evil nature. He explained, with some difficulty, the dagger and Mabel's moon. Then he explained the Cipher Wheel, and how eight Symbols were staying at the Museum right now, and how Gideon and Mabel needed to come back soon so that Gideon could help Lee possess someone.

Dipper still hadn't spent any time near Pacifica, but he'd heard from a few people over the last four days about the progress made with her. She was (grudgingly) speaking for Lee, who was currently a spirit, and the Corduroys had talked to Lee through her quite a bit the last few days. Dipper was pretty sure Greg had agreed to let Lee possess him, if Gideon could make it possible.

Fidds and Ford were starting to make up, too. Two days ago, Fidds had suggested reprogramming the portal and sending people back to their home dimension, as a backup plan to the Cipher Wheel. Dipper hadn't heard of any progress, but Fidds was spending most of his time in the basement, and Ford went down there to help when he wasn't with Pacifica and Lee. Dipper hadn't heard Ford yell at Fidds since they'd gotten home on Wednesday, which was really good. Fidds was sorry for what he had done all those years ago; he didn't deserve to be yelled at.

Dipper and Candy and Greyson talked for at least an hour, maybe two. It was so nice to talk to people. Nobody at the Museum had this much time to talk to Dipper. Fidds, Robbie, and Melody made an effort, but they were busy with different projects, like the portal or talking to Order members or keeping the whole place running. But here, Candy and Greyson were sitting and listening and giving their support.

They also took turns telling their own stories. Greyson had gone with his parents to see (or, not see) the invisible barrier around town for themselves. Then, when Andrew and others had passed out supplies to everyone, Greyson's family had gone to get some. All three of them had been surprised but grateful for the help. Other than that, they'd mostly stayed home, anxiously waiting for news about the barrier and wondering what they were going to do when they ran out of food. "We have about a month's worth of food," Greyson said, "but it's still scary."

"You won't need to use it," Dipper promised. "We're going to get back home soon."

Then Candy told her side. She had noticed the sun jump through the sky when the time bubble had ended, but her mom wouldn't tell her anything about it, even though she obviously knew something. Candy had been stuck at home while her mom got supplies, met secretly with Caleb, and planned with him to finally reveal himself to Candy. She told of the first few hours that Caleb had been there, which were wonderful; she'd felt so safe and happy. But then the anger had set in. Candy had been angry all week that Caleb hadn't shown himself until now. "And then," she said, "he wants to completely change my life! According to him, we'll all live happily ever after in some dimension I've never even heard of, with none of my friends or anyone else. Nobody to talk to except my parents. Even if I wasn't mad at them, it'd get boring! He can't just show up and expect me to go along with his crazy plans! I didn't even know he existed until last week!"

She was obviously hurt by her parents' deception. Dipper understood why. If Caleb really loved his daughter, then why hadn't he interacted with her? And how could he and Yingtai think that Bill's dimension was better than their own? Fidds had told the Pines about Bill's dimension: It was empty and dark. Hardly a place to raise a family. Dipper told Candy that, and she just got angrier.

"I have a question," Greyson said after Candy had ranted for a while. "If you're half minotaur, then why do you look human?"

"Magic," Candy said sullenly. "My parents used magic to make me mostly human so my mom could deliver me safely. It makes sense, but I wish they didn't have to do that, so at least I would've been able to tell that I was different, even when I was really little." She had her arms wrapped around a pillow, and she squeezed it harder as she added, "Maybe Dad wouldn't have hidden from me then."

The boys were quiet. "Do you want a hug?" Dipper asked.

Candy looked mildly surprised. Dipper didn't think she was a hugger, but she said, "Yeah, actually." She put the pillow down, then stood and looked at both Dipper and Greyson.

The three of them formed a group hug. Dipper thought he heard Candy crying, but he didn't say anything. She'd be mad if he called attention to it.

While they were hugging, Dipper heard what sounded like hooves on the stairs, and someone knocked on Candy's door. The three friends let go, and Candy moved to the door. "Yeah?" she called without opening it.

"Dipper wants to talk to me?" said a quiet male voice.

Dipper's eyes widened, and he looked between his friends. Candy said, "We'll come downstairs in a minute."

"All right." The hooves retreated.

Dipper felt nervous again. What would he say? He didn't actually know. He didn't have any specific message from Andrew. Suddenly, he wasn't sure he could face one of the people responsible for Mabel's disappearance. Last time Dipper had been in the same room with Pacifica, he had shoved her against a wall and screamed in her face. Would he do something similar here? Would he and Candy jump down Caleb's throat and tell him all the reasons that his actions were terrible?

Candy glanced at Dipper. "You ready to go tell my dad what you told me? About how Bill's dimension is lame? And about your sister?"

It seemed Candy was all for jumping down Caleb's throat, but. . . "Not really," Dipper admitted. "I've already gotten mad at a couple different people for helping Bill and hurting my sister. It's tiring."

"I can do all the getting mad," Candy said. "You can be the reasonable one."

Dipper gave a half smile. "Like, good cop, bad cop?"

"Sure."

"I'll be the silent cop," Greyson offered.

Candy laughed. "That's fair."

Dipper could be the good cop, right? He could be nice while still making it clear that what Caleb had done was wrong. He hoped.

He slung his backpack onto his shoulders, just in case he needed the supplies inside. Candy opened the door. Dipper took a deep breath, then followed her and Greyson down the stairs.