"Dipper! Get down here! Now!" I heard my Great Uncle Stan yelling from downstairs.

I rolled off of the firm mattress and onto the floor. I rubbed my puffy eyes as I trudged down from the attic. Grunkle Stan was leaning against the kitchen doorway in wait for me.

"What?" I moaned.

"You're missin' breakfast," he informed me.

"Okay," I yawned and moped into the room.

Mabel sat at the table playing with Waddles. A few morsels of food were left on her plate. I scraped some scrambled meat off of a frying pan on the stove and onto my plate before sitting down across from Mabel.

"When you're done do you wanna explore this ditch found when I was looking for Waddles?" she offered, dropping her pig.

I quickly ate up the bits of grub before answering. "Sure, why not?" I replied with my mouth still half full of food.

"Is something wrong? Or are you just sleepy?" she questioned, pointing out my dull mood.

"Um, thanks to you talking to that stupid pig all night, I got like, zero sleep!" I told her.

"Waddles isn't stupid! Apologize to him right now!" she ordered.

"Fine," I said. There was no use arguing with her; she would pester me all day until I'd apologize to Waddles. "I'm sorry, Waddles."

"That's better," she said happily.

I ran upstairs to the attic and grabbed my hat and vest. I tucked the journal safely under my right arm and met Mabel by the back door. We began to leave just as Soos and Wendy arrived.

"'Sup hambone!" Soos recited his usual greeting to us.

"Hey Soos!" Mabel called out cheerily.

"Where ya off to?" Wendy asked.

"Mabel's showing me something in the forest," I responded.

"Lucky. I still have to go to work. I'm surprised Stan's letting you leave!" she said.

"I know. See you later, though!" I told her followed by a nervous laugh.

With that, Mabel and I headed off into the woods. We hiked for about an hour or two before we reached it. A steep hill signaled that our trek was over.

The ravine was deep, long and incredibly far across.

"How do we get down there?" I wondered. I really wanted to see what fascinations awaited us at the bottom.

"Somersault!" my twin suggested.

"Are you out of your-" I never got to finish, as she was already tumbling down the near vertical hillside. "Oh boy," I sighed and began my descent after her.

Small twigs and pebbles made the rolling even more uncomfortable than it already was, with the constant nausea and ominous thought: I'm going to die... repeating over and over in my mind.

And then I died. Or at least it felt like it.