Bill awoke, lying on the grass surrounding his statue-like physical body. Bill was momentarily confused, however. He wasn't in the mindscape. He FELT the itchy grass on his body. He could hear his own ragged breath. It had taken quite a bit of energy just to get out of his statue body. Boy, was he glad he always kept a chunk of his conscience stored away whenever he went inside someone. Bill got up, realizing just how out of place he was in the real world. A large triangle with one eye and no mouth. He just shrugged lightly, chuckling a bit as he struggled to stand up. He'd lost his bowtie, top hat and cane; the three items that he used to store his power. Beginning to grimace, Bill finally stood, leaning on a tree. With all his might, he used what remnants of his previous power he had to lift his exhausted body into a nearby tree. He tried to be hidden AND comfortable, but, he just decided on being comfortable. He needed it more than anything else right now. His triangular body lost it's faint golden glow as Bill closed his eye and began to sleep.

Bill awoke, miraculously, in the tree. "Wow. I thought someone would have found me by now. Good thing they're all so stupid." Bill said, sounding a bit relieved in his snarky tone. He, however, realized quickly that he wasn't quite… himself. For whatever reason, he was in the body of Dipper Pines. "Gah!" Dipper's voice said, forcing them to fall out of the tree. Bill found himself looking at his hands in horror. Clutching the body's face, Bill made a great horror movie face; eyes wide, mouth parted just so. "Bill? Pine Tree?" The respective voices asked eachother. Bill could feel Dipper's fear seeping into himself as he began to process what was happening. "We're in the same body?" Bill asked Dipper. His body gave himself a nod. Or was it now 'their' body? "And, what's worse, I don't know how this happened!" Dipper said, his voice horrified. Bill just rolled their eyes. He could hardly stand sharing a body with Dipper, but his childish mannerisms were even more unbearable and belittling. "Well. This is certainly an odd predicament. What do you remember?" Bill asked, his tone a bit dull. "Well… I remember feeling faint all of a sudden. So, I went upstairs to the attic to rest. I fell asleep… and I woke up here with you." Dipper said, his voice slow and his fear making their now shared body tremble. "Calm down." Bill said with a roll of their eyes. "I remember what happened to me, too. I'd just pulled myself, or, rather, whatever had remained of myself, out of the stone statue over there. I floated up into the tree and fell asleep on it." Bill said, getting annoyed at the suspicion he felt coming off of Dipper like waves. Dipper's fear began to overwhelm Bill as well, making it harder to think straight. It appeared they could feel eachother's emotions and, what was worse, Bill felt their body begin to leave the ground. The treetops grew nearer and Dipper yelped in surprise. He quickly grabbed a branch of a nearby tree and held on for dear life. "Don't worry Pine Tree. I can handle this." Bill said, taking control of their body. He maneuvered them shakily onto the ground once more, giving Dipper the comfort of their feet touching the forest floor. Dipper still sent suspicious waves at Bill, but Bill found the overwhelming waves of fear from before were dying down. Bill tried his best to send some superiority waves at Dipper, but Dipper didn't react. "What now?" Dipper's voice came out like a breath. It was as though he were worn out. "I don't know. Maybe good ol' uncle IQ can help us." Bill said, almost bursting into laughter at what he'd just said. "Bill, he'd destroy us, or experiment on us or… or worse. We can't risk it." Dipper said, sounding both fearful and a bit annoyed. Bill was surprised at how well they were taking it. It was almost like he wasn't an all-powerful dream demon stuck in a body with a wimpy thirteen-year-old. Almost. "Well, we need to think of something." Dipper said, still sounding annoyed. Bill just couldn't figure it out. Why was he annoyed? His previous fear was still there, of course, but his annoyance and even suspicion-worthy guilt overrighted the fear factor. "Wait! We should at least tell Mabel. She can help us!" Dipper said, providing a quick, flimsy reason. It was almost as though he knew about the scoffing he was about to hear on his sister. "Shooting Star? REALLY?! She'd just blame me for this and pout among other things. Anyways, I don't trust her." Bill said, outraged at Dipper's stupid plan. Their body frowned, crossing it's arms. "Well, Mabel's the only one we've got in this situation. So, unless you prefer to starve out here or be caught by someone else, we should get going." Bill mumbled a few mismatched curses under his breath and the two begrudgingly began clumsily stumbling onwards to the Mystery Hack… er, Mystery Shack. Bill still wasn't sure on it's actual name, with it's confusing broken sign. Anyways, they went along their not-so merry way.