Dipper was awakened by the smell of burning.

Not the burnt bacon kind of burning, or the fireplace kind of burning. It was the kind of burning that set off senses in the back of your mind and yelled RUN at the top of its lungs.

Dipper scrambled out of his bed and toward Mabel's.

"Mabel! Mabel, wake up!" He screamed.

She immediately sat up. She usually wouldn't have been so quick, but she could sense that something was going on.

She grabbed Dipper's hand and let him pull her with him down the stairs.

Dipper started coughing aggressively. There was a thick layer of smoke in the living room.

"It's in the shop, Dipper," Mabel said, recognizing the problem.

Dipper was still coughing and Mabel's eyes had started to water.

"Dipper, where do we go?" She asked her brother anxiously.

He pointed in the direction of the back door, but then shook his head as the flames started to lick out the door of the shop and towards the opposite wall.

Mabel by then had started to cough herself. The cloud of smoke was growing thicker and there was no way out besides the second story window, from which she would jump and die.

This is it, she was saying silently to herself. We're going to die right now, in this room.

She grabbed Dippers hand and began to cry.