Well, there's a girl and her pig making their way through the streets. Waking up on the boat wasn't exactly what she'd been expecting but it wasn't because of anything that had come back from no where. Which the less was said about the better because there was nothing strange from that summer. Nothing that had changed their lives.

Mabel was hoping to find her brother somewhere. If she kept wandering around long enough maybe he'd turn up. Girl could hope. And boy did Mabel do hope in abundance. She did a lot of things like that. Just as she was keeping going then. Hoping that Dipper would be waiting. If there was a chance that Wendy would show up or one of her grunkles. Though the latter were still whereabouts unknown. They'd not checked in after their last expedition.

She finally sat on a bench when she needed a break from all the walking, Waddles at her feet. Pulling a journal out of her bag and beginning to write in it.