Mabel PoV

It was 3:01 in the morning when he called me. I remember because I woke up exactly at 3. I saw the glowing red numbers change from 2:59 to 3:00 right as I opened my eyes. I had sixty seconds to comprehend the fact that I was awake and wonder why before my cellphone started vibrating like crazy on my night stand. Normally, one does not answer phone calls at 3 AM. Unless, of course, the caller ID says that it's your brother that you haven't spoken to in a year.

I picked up the still-buzzing phone and tapped the green 'answer' button.

"Hello?" I called out.

"Mabel, It's Dipper. We need to talk. It's urgent." That woke me up a bit. Just enough to yell at him.

"Holy crap! You haven't contacted me in like, a year, and now you expect me to do your 'urgent talk' or whatever at three in the fucking morning?!"

"Is it really three in the morning?" he asked innocently. And here I was, thinking he'd gotten over his terrible sleep habits. I had no idea he still couldn't sleep properly.

"Yes. And it's been ten years Dipper. Ten years! Can't you sleep like a big boy now?" I huffed. I couldn't believe him.

"See Mabel, that's the thing. For you it's been ten years. For me it's been about a day." That caught my attention.

I sighed into the phone. "Where are you?"

"Where I always am."

"You know that's not helpful!"

"And you know it is." With that, he hung up.

Well it looked like I'd be taking a road trip with myself to the middle of absolute nowhere.

Soos PoV

An oddly familiar voice was calling my name from the parking lot behind me...

"Soos!" it cried again, so I turned around.

He was kind of far away, so all I saw was a man in a beat-up black car. The front door swung open, and he stepped out. He looked kind of familiar. Somewhere in my brain I connected the voice with his appearance.

"Dipper?" I called back, to make sure it was really him.

"Yep," he shouted. I hurried over to him, at the closest pace I could manage to running.

By the time I reached him I was panting. Man, I was really out of shape.

"Dude, it's so good to see you! Where've you been?! What are you doing here?!" I questioned between heavy breaths.

His reply was nothing more than putting a finger to his lips.

"How long did it take you to get here?" Hopefully this time he'd answer.

"About two hours," he said nonchalantly.

"Wait, two hours?!" I exclaimed. "You still live in California, right?" I asked in disbelief, to which he nodded. "How'd you..."

"I have my ways," he smiled mischievously. "Now can we go inside? I haven't slept in almost 24 hours!" He yawned dramatically for effect.

"Oh, right!" I said, slightly frantic. I paused for a second before inviting him inside.

"It's just like I remember it." He smiled with nostalgia once we were in the Mystery Shack.

"Yeah. I didn't want to change it much. Plus if we ever get Mr. Pines back, he probably wouldn't really recognize it if I changed it too much," I explained. His expression saddened at the mention of his great uncle. "You probably want to see the attic, am I right?" I asked in an attempt to change the subject, and was already headed towards the stairs. When he didn't reply, I turned around to find him already asleep on the beat-up yellow chair that I hadn't had the heart to throw out.

Gideon PoV

It was about 6:30 when I received the cryptic email. Of course, I had no trouble deciphering it and figuring out who sent it (Dipper), and of course I didn't receive it directly (the prison guards called me off to the side and showed it to me), but the one thing that was completely beyond me is why I received it. What the hell could he want with me and how'd he know how to contact me?

The email read "long time no see!", except in symbols instead of words. The only living person I could expect to A) know and B) be able to use that cipher was Dipper, so that part wasn't too hard.

"Can I have a pencil and some paper?" I asked with an edge to my voice that made it out to be a command rather than a question. The guard hovering over me obliged quickly, handing me a crappy, unsharpened pencil along with a sheet of obviously crumpled then uncrumpled unlined paper. "Thanks," I snapped sarcastically.

Over the years, an intimidating factor had come to replace that of my former charm. In fact, the only thing that was recognizable of my former self was my unusual hair color. Even my Southern drawl had faded into near oblivion, so that it was hardly noticeable.

All that aside, I took the supplies back to my dull cement cell. The guard had mentioned he wanted my message back to be readable, since he'd never seen anything like that cipher before. So I wrote him back an eight paragraph letter talking about the last ten years of life in and out of jail. It was hard to make it so long, but I had to in order to encode my message. I couldn't think of anything else, so I just wrote the first letter of each paragraph as a letter in my message. The letters would then have to undergo not only Caesar decoding but also Atbash, of course. I wasn't sure if I could get it through security otherwise. But I was positive Dipper could get it. From the bits and pieces I'd heard, it sounded like this was the kind of stuff he was (still) into.

My message? JAILBREAK.

A/N: IMSOSORRYITTOOKSOLONG! This thing's been sitting in my doc manager for so long, but I haven't had time to finish it, so :P Anyhows, methinks i do this kind of chapter from now on (3 parts). Should I update B C or Triple Trouble next? Also imma be a demon dorito from Oregon for Halloween ;D Yeah, Bill. What 'bout ch'alls?

Just remember, REALITY'S AN ILLUSION THE UNIVERSE IS A HOLOGRAM BUY GOLD BYYYEEEE!