Mabel:

I race through the forest in my dream. My cheeks burn with scratches but i keep going. I can hear people running behind me, chasing me. Someone grabs my hand and pulls me along. I look up and expect to see dipper but instead i see a boy about my age maybe a few inches taller. His blue vest is torn, revealing a blue shirt underneath and his jeans are torn. His white-blond hair is ruffled and his ice-blue eyes stare determendly ahead. He mutters something under his breath that i cant chatch. Its dark, really dark, i look up and see a starlit clearing ahead. "almost there" the boy says, "just behind those trees, they wont follow us there". I don't watch were im putting my feet. My foot gets caught on a root and i crash to the ground. My hand falls out of his. Someone pulls me back. "Mabel!!!" the boy says and reaches out with his hand. I Grab the root with one and and reach for his with the other. My hand is pulled free from the root and i see the boy cast one final look at me before it all goes black.