Missing

Moment of Your Time

The police got there a few minutes later after Stan's shaky call. Blubs announced that there was no fingerprints. "There's a possibly that it was done by the same person that took your eye. This envelope was with it." He say as the rest of police loaded the corpse away.

Amelia snatched the envelope out of his hand, opening the white paper. She dragged a piece of parchment out and paled.

"Amelia? Honey, what is it?" Ford asked. The girl slowly turned the piece of paper around, showing it.

Three images stood on the parchment: a pine tree, a shooting star, and a golden candle. "That's my sign, along with Dipper and Mabel's..." She stammered, reaching out and running her thumb over the hairclip. The pine tree and the shooting star were crossed out in red, a red circle surrounding the candle. "There's something written here too." She mumbled, starting to read.

Pine trees grow tall and strong,

While shooting stars dance across the sky,

And a golden candle lights the darkness.

But pine trees are cut down,

While shooting stars fall,

And a golden candle be snuffed out.

~'~'~

The door closed behind the police. The papers and deer had been taken. Durland had promised a handwriting test.

"Sheesh. Two people go missing and they finally start acting like the police." Stan said. He sighed, running a hand down his face. He glanced at his pale niece. "Off to bed with you." He said to Amelia.

She sighed and nodded, heading up the stairs.

Dipper's bed was cold when she slipped in. Slowly, her eyes closed. Triangle Bill formed on the pillow, absently nuzzling her cheek.

That night, he feasted on nightmares of corpses and eyes.

~'~'~

"Excuse me."

"Mugs are ten bucks, T-shirts are twenty." Amelia rattled off, paging through Dipper's journal. Stan had finally convinced her to work the register. He had told her it would be better if she kept the investigation out of the public eye.

Amelia agreed.

"I was hoping for a moment of your time."

She looked up.

"Gideon Gleeful?"