Mabel smiled and rubbed the tears off her face realizing something: she was really tired. Her limbs were aching and the cuts and bruises she had on her body were protesting at her. Mabel decided to ignore them as she turned to look for a way out of the forest trying to stand. She soon found out that was a big mistake as she fell on the ground next to Dipper in utter shock. Her body wasn't listening to her.
Mabel gritted her teeth as she tried to stand with no success. After a few minutes, she gave up and laid on the ground barely able to stay awake. She really was going to black out. She didn't even had a chance to get them out of the forest yet. Now there was a chance they could be finished off.
Mabel frowned at that thought as her heavy eyelids closed. "Sorry Dipper..." She whispered.
And everything went dark.
"Mabel..."
Mabel, in a deep sleep, yawned and ignored the hyperactive voice.
"Mabel."
Mabel tossed and turned now annoyed the familiar voice was still calling her. But she couldn't help but feel happy that she could hear the voice.
"Mabel!"
Okay, now Mabel wanted to tell the person to shut up. She opened her eyes and jumped up in a sitting position as her eyes readjusted to the light. She was on the bed in the room that Stan had given to her and Dipper which meant she was at the Mystery Museum. After thinking about this, Mabel turned her head to the left to see Dipper smiling at her with a big cheeky smile. Covering him were many bandages on his face and limbs. The most noticeable bandage was on his leg. It was decorated with Dipper's artwork. Mabel stared at the bandages as she tried to think over how he got them when certain events began to replay over and over inside her head. She shook as she watched the event of Dipper almost dying. Was he really alive?
Dipper frowned at his sister who looked like she was going to go in shock. It was time to tell Ford she was awake. Dipper placed his hands around his mouth and called out to Ford. "Great Uncle Ford! Mabel is awake!"
Outside, Mabel could hear footsteps for a few seconds followed by their door being opened by Ford. He walked in as he looked at Mabel taking note of her shaking. He took a few steps towards her bed and kneeled down at her height. "You need to calm down. You're safe now."
Mabel hugged herself as she tried to calm herself down taking deep breaths. It was okay. Dipper was okay. She was okay. They were alive and that was what mattered.
After Mabel had finally stopped shaking, questions began to pop in her head. How were they back in the Mystery Shack? She turned to Ford about to ask questions, but Ford spoke first already knowing what she was going to ask.
"Soos found you two. He was worried since you two were out a bit too long after dark."
Mabel nodded as she glanced down at her hands. Both of them were wrapped in white bandages. Most likely to protect the cuts she had gotten from the thorny bushes she had crawled through in from bacteria.
"I'm sorry that you two got hurt..." She heard Ford say as he looked away with a guilty expression. "It was my fault for not telling you what was out there."
Mabel shook her head at her uncle's words. "It's okay. We were able to make it out alive only because I found this journal that helped us. If I hadn't found it, then I don't know what would have happened." Mabel flinched as the thought of her brother dying due the poison. The journal was the only reason why she had been able to find the antidote for him.
Ford widen his eyes and quickly turned his head back at Mabel getting closer to her. "D-did you say a journal? What did it look like?"
Mabel tilted her head confused at Ford's reaction. "It... It was red and had a six fingered hand on the cover with a three on it."
Ford, shocked at what she had just said, placed his hands on Mabel's bandaged hands. "D-do you still have this journal?"
Mabel nodded slowly glancing at her coat which hung on the edge of the board of the bed. "It's in my coat pocket."
Ford turned his head at her coat and grabbed it slowly as if the coat was on fire. He dug his hand into the pocket gasping as soon as he felt the journal in his hands. He took the journal out of the coat pocket and stared at it in his hands. He just couldn't believe it. After thirty years, one of the journals was finally in his hands.
"Great Uncle Ford?"
Ford looked up to see Mabel and Dipper staring at him bewildered at what he did. Ford placed the journal on Mabel's bed as he awkwardly placed one of his hands on the cover. "The truth is... I wrote this journal."
"What?!" Exclaimed Mabel. "You wrote that journal?! Then... How come it was in that tree?"
