Dipper blinked groggily and slowly sat up in his bed, rubbing his eyes. He glanced over to Mabel's side of the room, but didn't see his twin. As he looked around, a steaming, hot bowl of soup caught his attention and the warm smell wafted around his nose. He reached over to his bedside table and grabbed the soup, not noticing the small note that fluttered to the ground.

He ate all the chicken noodle soup, every last drop. His great uncle Stan knew it was his favorite. He quickly set the bowl aside and brushed back the blanket over him, flinging his feet over the side of the bed. He stood up and a wave of dizziness immediately swept over him. He sank back down to his bed and laid there, waiting for the throbbing headache to go away.

Loud, clonking footsteps echoed up the stairs and Grunkle Stan walked in. "Hey, kid," he murmured, coming to sit on Dipper's bed. "How ya doing...?"

Dipper grabbed his head as another spasm of pain coursed through him. "I'm...fine..." He managed through clenched teeth.

His great-uncle looked at him, doubtingly. "A-are you sure...? Do you want me to go grab your sister?"

Dipper squeezed his eyes shut and nodded slowly. He muttered something under his breath and tried taking deep breaths.

Before Grunkle Stan stood up to leave, Mabel came crashing into the room, wearing some sort of large green, sparkly goggles. Dipper grinned weakly as he saw her fancy ensemble.

"I'll just leave you two to it, then..." The old man smiled, shuffling to the attic door and disappearing downstairs.

Mabel ran over to Dipper, taking off her goggles and kneeled down beside his bed, propping her head up on her elbows. "Heya bro-bro..." She purred quietly, stroking his back as dizziness overtook him again.

Dipper looked sideways into Mabel's loving eyes and smiled as she rubbed his back, easing some of the tenseness. "Hey, Mabel."

"How're you doing?" Mabel asked softly, reaching forward to feel his forehead and gasping quietly. She looked down at the floor and cursed under her breath. "You got hotter..."

Dipper groaned as his eyesight blurred. "Mabes... I'm okay...really!" He encouraged half-heartedly.

"No. No, you're not, Dip," Mabel responded, sounding frightened as she stood up. Her eyes suddenly brightened, an idea forming in her head. "When's the last time you got some fresh air...?"

Dipper looked at her through his fuzzy eyesight, confused. "Um, Saturday?"

Mabel gave him a big grin, dancing over to her bed and put her shoes on. "That was five days ago! You've been coped up in here for five days!! I think I know how to help you..."

Dipper tried sitting up again, with no trouble this time, and raised an eyebrow at his sister. "Where're we going?" He asked, excitement and curiosity bubbling in his chest.

"On a Mystery Hunt..." Mabel replied mysteriously, waving Dipper's journal in front of him.

A wide smile grew across Dipper's face.