"Honey-" Tadashi tried. She shook her head. Disappointment struck her hard. "Honey, please-" "Tadashi. I failed." She whimpered gazing into his eyes. Without missing a beat, he grabbed her and pulled her in for a hug. "You didn't fail." He stated kindly. "Maybe this does something else. I'm going to hold onto this and I won't rest until I figure out what that is."

He was a ghost of a man, a phantom of someone I once knew. But in this moment, I wouldn't let myself be fooled. Holding onto who he was, this mad man hiding in my room, would most certainly be sealing my fate. God as my witness, I wasn't going to die tonight. Not by the blood lusting killer formally known as Dipper Pines. (Originally 'Never a Thing' redone to flow better)

When you're watching your body fail you, when your mind is slowly beginning to wash away, something bizarre happens. Your innocence dissipate and suddenly you're left with one of two things: a wicked sense of humor or a depressed disposition. I wish I could say I was the first one, but as honesty dictates, I tend to lean towards the sadder one. That is, until I met her.

"Amelia! Amelia, wake up!" Blake's voice came crashing over me like a violent wave to a sandy shore. I wanted to cry out to him, but a small hand on my back stopped me. I looked down at the boy standing next to me with pleading eyes. He shot me a sympathetic look. "You know he can't hear you, right?" He asked. I lowered my head. "What do I do now?" "Wait to wake up."