【Billdip】Restart

Mabel sat on the window ledge, her head resting against the cold glass.

Six days had passed since the Stanford Pines returned, and the girl had learned everything from Stan—what happened to the name Stan, why he did it, and his past with his brother.

Ford gave him an elbow when Stan was telling the funny stories about him and his brother's childhood. The old man froze for a moment, then stammered to change the subject after seeing the girl's expression clearly.

"I'm fine, Uncle Stan." Mabel smiled, as clean as an iris after a rain, with drops of water rolling down from the tip of its leaves, "I'm glad you got your brother back."

The two old men looked at each other, but neither of them spoke.

She suddenly thought of something, jumped down from the window, and the white stockings turned into an arc in the air; the girl stepped on the wooden floor, patter, like a light tit moving through the wood.

She took Journal Number Three out of the drawer—Stanford had made it clear he wasn't going to need the book, so she could give it to them—and sat back down.

She had to find something to do for herself. Mabel bit the tip of the pen, put it in his mouth and found that it was a crayon and spit it out again.

"Well... Dipper isn't here, I have to continue the journal for him."

She tilted her head, recalling how the boy usually wrote his diary. Dipper always sits at the table with a pen in his mouth and keeps the lamp burning until midnight.He lowered his eyebrows while doing this "work", and the light divided his cheeks into two parts-the eye sockets were deep, but the eyes were shining.

Occasionally she turned over to see her brother sitting at the table seriously, thinking that her nerdy brother is sometimes quite handsome.

Mabel smiled.She opened the diary by the skylight——

The recording came to a screeching halt in the theater.

The cold air spread along the limbs, and Mabel's hand holding the cover was stiff.Dipper's downcast eyebrows flashed in her mind, Dipper's smiling face flashed, Dipper's flushed cheeks...

They all converge into one face in the end.

That day Dipper stood in front of her with his head half up.The outline of the face is clearly still immature, but the eyes are as tired as half buried in the ground.

The boy with the old man's eyes said, "I'm going to move downstairs."

He used to write in the attic.

Waited downstairs but did not fill in a single.

But she remembered that he said that his greatest wish was to find out the author of the diary. There were stars in Dipper's eyes when he said that.

But what about the stars?Where have all the stars gone?

She slowly closed the book, the bluish-white light suddenly tore through the clouds, and a few seconds later, thunder rolled down.

Gravity Springs has been extra rainy this summer, Mabel thought as he watched the rain. Wendy said that she has lived here for more than ten years, and she has never seen so much rain.

A thin layer of mist gradually climbed up the glass, and she remembered Dipper telling her that it seemed that something called a temperature difference caused the water vapor to be so.She couldn't remember what those hows were.She only remembered Dipper's eyes lit up when he said this, and his mouth shut shut awkwardly after being interrupted by herself.

She didn't like hearing Dipper talk about that.After all, the saying "Rain Fairy enchanted the glass" is more pleasing to girls than any temperature difference or water vapor.

Mabel tapped two dots with his finger and drew a curved line.

DipperPines has been a "freak" since childhood.Unlike the nerds in his class, Dipper can communicate normally and can be charming when necessary. ①But he can also be too immersed in his own world. Mabel often sees her younger brother standing in the corner of the banquet, with orange juice in one hand and chalk in the other, and the lights shuttle between the equations.Behind him was a sea of ​​voices.

Mathematics, physics, chemistry.He's so good at subjects that Mabel sees as gibberish.

Where, she asked, is the fun in these things?Why does Dipper sometimes prefer to struggle with Sudoku puzzles in the newspaper for a day instead of watching SNL with his parents? ②

At that time, the boy lowered his head, the tips of his ears were smudged with a very light red.He looked very shy, like every boy who talks about the girl he loves.

"That feeling is like dancing in the world of science. And they are my dance partners. I dance non-stop, and the dance partner changes one after another. As long as I don't want to stop, they will keep dancing with me. Do you understand the feeling, Mabel?"

How did she respond back then?Oh, she was confused, and she nodded casually to show that she understood.

Mabel imitated the appearance on the glass and pulled out an ugly smile.

She went downstairs with the log in her arms. In the restaurant, Uncle Ford was making cod fish and chips, with chopped shallots scattered on the golden and crispy fish steaks.He held up his plate and asked if he wanted a bite.

She nodded with a smile, and borrowed the bedroom key from Stanford with a slur in her mouth.

That bedroom would have belonged to Ford.

"The key is here. You can leave it there," the old man put the plate on the dining table, "I've been working in the basement recently, so you can come in as you like in the bedroom."

She thanked Uncle Ford and was about to leave when the old man hesitated to speak.

"I haven't touched anything about..."

Her figure paused, and the corners of her eyes drooped when she turned her back to Ford.Countless emotions rolled in the hazel eyes, which were so thick that they almost turned black.But when she turned around, she still smiled without a trace of haze, just like the sun.

"I see, thanks Uncle Ford. Mabel loves you."

As she turned the lock, it occurred to her that she hadn't been in this bedroom since Dipper moved in.

Dipper never invited her in - the few times she knocked on the door for him, he stood there talking to her with the door ajar.

... She doesn't know what the interior of the bedroom looks like now.

Mabel took a deep breath, his hand on the doorknob trembling.Even she herself finds it funny - what is she nervous about.

Isn't it Dipper's bedroom? Could it be that after he lives alone, he will be completely different from before?

She pushed open the door.

Then stand at the door.

She knew that Dipper's personal hygiene was always good, better than her sister, and the boy was always inexplicably stubborn in some places.

But now Dipper's "stinky problems" have been magnified infinitely, and the tables and beds are all stacked neatly, which is comparable to the showrooms in real estate advertisements.If it wasn't for the fact that no one came over these days and the dust piled up in the room, it is estimated that Mabel would be blinded when he opened the door.

Mabel's long-lost... excited.

Her destructive hand was eager to try.

To be honest, having obsessive-compulsive disorder really gave her a weird feeling.

Dipper did have good hygiene habits, and Bill couldn't stand the hairiness.Unlike his colleagues, Dipper's desk is always neat and tidy, which stands out among the nerds.Although every time he does an experiment, he goes in and out like a dog, but the first thing he does when he comes out is always to take a shower. This habit is unshakeable. Sometimes Jennifer pinches the watch and follows him and breaks down again, saying that the plane needs to be taught. I can't catch up. Can you hurry up?

Mabel didn't know these things, she was just shocked by the boy's intensified love for cleanliness.She stepped cautiously on the interchangeable body rug (its components had been dismantled the first day Dipper moved in) and leaned closer to the table.She was curious about the bottles and jars on the boy's desk.

The liquid inside is like a potion and comes in various colors.But it doesn't have as much sparkle as in the potion, and it looks a lot less.

She thought about it, but didn't dare to touch these things.Then she took a roll of paper on one side, on which were densely packed with words she didn't know.

No, let alone words, she doesn't even know the letters.

Mabel could barely tell from the dashes and plus and minus signs that these should be formulas, but it didn't help, she didn't recognize any of them.

At this time, she was a little resentful of her poor grades, and her intuition told her that if she understood the formula above, she could understand Dipper—not all of them, but at least half of them.She bit her nails like crazy for a long time, and finally stuffed the paper roll into her bag.

Mabel turned away from the table and cast his gaze to the rest of the room.

But the table is the most human part of the room. Dipper's bed was so neatly made that Mabel lost interest after one glance.She walked to the bathroom, opened it, glanced at it, and closed it again.

Dipper, as a single young man with hairy hair and even a bit of cleanliness, his room matching is also customary and simple.Only the wardrobe remained in the whole room, which had not been investigated.

The wardrobe was left by Ford, and it was an adult model. When Mabel opened the door of the cabinet, the few casual clothes inside seemed to silently laugh at her.

She closed it expressionlessly.

As Mabel went upstairs, she heard arguing from above.

She took three steps at a time and climbed up the top stairs. As soon as she poked her head into the dining room, she saw Pacifica blowing coffee with puffed cheeks.

Mabel: "..."

Pacifica: "Yo."

Mabel felt his eyelids twitch.

"What about my uncle?"

"Next door." She put down the mug, took out the mirror from her bag to touch up her makeup, and relaxed as if this was her own home.

Mabel's eyelids twitched even more.She ran to the living room, and sure enough, she saw two old men confronting each other.The one in the hat yelled and pointed with his fingers; the one in the long trench coat stood with his arms folded. He didn't talk as much as his brother, but the few words that popped up occasionally were enough to make the other party jump.

The two slobbered at each other, the saliva sparkled under the lamp, and they spit out the Milky Way.

Mabel didn't understand what they said after listening for a long time.

"What are they arguing about?" she asked Pacifica over her shoulder.

The girl answered casually after applying eyebrow powder and eye shadow.

"Discussing whether my information is credible."

"……what?"

"Dipper, your brother entrusted me with something. I came here this time to tell you about it."

Mabel froze for a moment.

"whats the matter?"

"Your brother entrusted me to spy on the Washington Commissioner. I know they came to investigate the mysterious cabin, and your Uncle Ford fooled them away," Pacifica began to paint her lipstick. "Don't ask me how I know. I have my way. But my family After all, I live on the mountain, so it takes a few days for ordinary news from the town to reach me, and I just found out that Dipper is missing."

She pursed her lips and asked Mabel, "Does it look good?"

"It suits you well...wait you change the color?"

"Well, pumpkin color." She gestured towards Mabel, "I've been using all kinds of girly pinks before, now I'll try a different color."

She smiled at this.

"feel good."

It was only when Pacifica stood up that Mabel noticed that she had changed out of her signature purple dress, which was a plain white lace skirt with a fiery red coat on the outside.She is much more energetic than the last time I saw Mabel. I don't know if it is because of the change of eye shadow color, she is not as aggressive as before.

"I've said everything I need to say," she put on her sunglasses, "I'm leaving. No need to send it away. By the way, tell your uncle, the coffee he makes is really unpalatable."

"Pacifica."

"Um?"

"……thanks."

It was still raining outside. The Northwest Manor was not close to the Mysterious Cabin, and she wouldn't believe it if she passed by Waddles—sorry, Waddles is still very smart.She shouldn't have said that about Waddles, so let's put it another way.

It can also deceive Soos.

Pacifica was stunned for a moment, then smiled.But the curvature of the corners of the eyes is much gentler.

"It's just a favor. I don't want to owe your brother a favor."

Hard-soled leather boots knocked on the old wooden floor, she walked steadily, and the restaurant just stepped on the effect of a show. Pacifica stepped out, her blond hair swaying from side to side; she paused as she put her hands on the grips.

"Your brother doesn't die so easily."

She pushed open the door, and the moment the umbrella flowers bloomed, Pacifica stepped into the rain, leaving only a neat back view of Mabel.

Before Mabel could react to the words left by Pacifica, Stan leaned halfway in:

"The Pacifica is gone?"

She nodded, unwilling to dwell on this topic.

"Uncle Stan, did you buy Dipper's gray suit and vest?"

Stan froze for a moment.

"No. Didn't Dipper bring that over by himself?"

Seeing Mabel bowing his head in thought, he asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." The girl shrugged, she took the toilet paper out of the bag and handed it to Ford behind.

"Uncle Ford, what's written on it?"

Ford took the straw paper, his eyes were originally squinted, but his pupils dilated suddenly after seeing the content clearly.

"...Feynman path integral? Relativity? Quantum field theory?!"

Mabel listened in a cloud of fog.

"What the hell?"

"Simply put, it's advanced mathematics and physics." Ford chose his words carefully. "Well, you'll learn it when you get to college...maybe."

"Difficult?"

"It's very difficult." He waved the straw in his hand, "The opponent must be at least at the MIT Ph.

Mabel asked, "Better than you?"

Uncle Ford was indeed the smartest person she had ever met. Stanford shook his head, then nodded again.

He shakes the paper.

"Some ideas are still very immature, and there are still several logical errors. But in time, the author will definitely surpass me, because at least I have not produced "time exists objectively but has no rules to follow" and "artificially created gravitational lensing is artificial wormholes first step' point of view."

Stanford almost regarded this straw paper as a treasure and couldn't put it down. Mabel got goosebumps when he saw it.She and Stan exchanged glances, and Stan curled his lips, meaning lo and behold again.But Stan remembered something.

"Where did you get Mabel?"

The girl handed the journal No. [-] to Ford together.She looked gloomy, and her eyes were dark and dark.

"That's Dipper's."

Amid the astonishment of the two old men, she slowly let out the breath that was suppressed in her heart.

"Uncles, Mabel has something to tell you."

Where to start?

Did it start with Dipper refusing to save Soos' childhood, or did he change his previous taste in clothes?

No, it should be from earlier.It started when Dipper was occupied by Bill.

Mabel called his brother like that "Bipper". "Bipper" is very similar to Dipper in appearance, but has a completely different personality. "Bipper" is more like the devil himself - cold, ruthless, chattering, with surprising taste in clothes. Bill Cipher never thought of pretending, he didn't bother to pretend to children, Mabel knew.

She used to distinguish Bipper from Dipper by these differences, and cast the demon out of her brother's body.

But now?

She remembered Dipper wearing a suit and vest, the silver buttons on the cuffs flashing sharply under the lamp; his hair was combed meticulously, with seven stars on his forehead; the moment when the pointed leather shoes hit the floor, and the boy raised his eyes——

Like a demon descended into the world.

"He looks more and more like Bill," Mabel put the "evidence" she collected in front of the two, "character, speaking habits, clothes he often wears..."

Dipper originally had a weak temperament, but now he is merciless in the face of the loser.

Dipper likes to be long-winded when things happen, and there are a lot of long-winded words, regardless of whether others can understand them or not.But now he is more and more silent.

Dipper's clothes are poor, and he likes to choose V-neck shirts when he looks handsome, which is really ugly; but now he often chooses a three-piece suit.

The knowledge he now possesses is bottomless, and there are formulas that Ford marvels at every hand; his mind is getting more and more unfathomable, and even Pacifica has become his ally.

In the end, even the logs were discarded.

He's not dead, and he won't be, Mabel thought.

The "evidence" before Stan and Ford is getting more and more thick.From the first straw paper, to the later clothes and diary. Mabel babbled like a middle-aged woman, she listed a lot - the anomalies about Dipper that Stan either knew or didn't know about.

Mabel said this calmly and clearly.She has never spoken so concisely, and she is even a bit like her younger brother. Mabel put the items on the table one by one according to her own example, and the items in the bag decreased one by one, but it didn't slow down her speaking speed one iota.Her only pause is probably when she grabs an empty one at the bottom of the bag.

Her movements paused, and so did her mouth.

Then she maintained that movement—her right hand was empty, it was a ball of air; she grabbed that ball of air, and threw her right hand on the layers of "evidence".

The free hand landed on the hardcover with a loud thud, like a mallet on a plinth; for a moment she closed her eyes.

"I think Dipper was actually possessed by Bill a long time ago, and the one now is 'Bipper'."

She pronounced judgment on her brother, and God pronounced judgment on her.

For the crime of kinicide.

Mabel felt hands—warm, large hands on her waist.There was still the smell of coffee on those hands.

"!"

Those hands picked her up and dragged her onto his knees.She opened her eyes and saw Stan's wrinkled face.

Stan twitched his nose, he looked sad and complicated; Ford did too.One of the hands on her waist shifted position, landed on her hair, and patted her lightly a few times.It is probably because such movements are rarely done and not very skilled, but rather clumsy.

"Mabel..." Stan sighed, "You don't have to."

What?What's up with her?

Mabel opened her mouth.She wanted to ask what happened to her?what did she doIs she doing something wrong?

She couldn't say it.He just opened his mouth and made a mouth shape, but no sound came out of his throat.

Because the way Stan looked at her was so sad.

She never thought that the old man would have such sad eyes.He seemed to be watching Mabel, and seemed to be looking through her at someone from the past.The past that is out of reach and fragile at the touch of a finger.

"You don't have to," he repeated, smiling bitterly, "Mabel, you don't have to push yourself."

You don't have to push yourself.

Her eyes popped open as Stan continued.

"Honey, you know, this 'job' isn't for you. You'd be better off painting upstairs with your friends and throwing slumber parties than investigating your brother." He ruffled the girl's hair.

"You're kind, really, my boy. I never said it, but I'm really proud to have such a kind granddaughter." Stan was so embarrassed when he said this, he looked away, his ears flushed, " A person's knowledge can be acquired, but virtue is born. I am very lucky, my granddaughter has the softest heart in the world."

"Me too." Ford knelt down on one knee and looked at Mabel. For the first time, he confided with his granddaughter, "Mabel, I have traveled through so many universes and seen so many alien life. And your heart is indeed The kindest, softest heart I've ever seen."

At this point Ford scratched his head.

"Mabel, to be honest, I'm not used to my new identity. I mean, I'm not ready to be an uncle. But I can assure you that I will work hard to be a qualified uncle."

His last words were as soft as a feather, brushing the tip of the girl's nose and falling into her heart.

"So, try to rely on us, Mabel."

The tip of her nose was itchy, and her atrium was sore.

Then she closed her eyes, and tears fell from her crow-feather lashes.

She covered her eyes, but tears kept slipping from her fingers and palms. Mabel opened his mouth wide, struggling to catch every bit of oxygen.

"I..." Her throat clenched, "I didn't want this. Uncle Stan, Uncle Ford...I don't want...I don't want to do this."

The dark color of the sweater cuffs spreads more and more.

"I don't want to doubt Dipper. But..."

The string called "sanity" finally broke.

"But I can't stop doubting him!"

Mabel cried out with all her might, tears and snot filling her cheeks.She was crying so badly that it broke Stan and Ford's hearts.

"I'm so sad, Uncle Stan. I'm so scared, this Dipper is so strange, I don't know him..."

He no longer smiled tenderly and dotingly at her, and no longer played those "childish" games with her.

"I feel so lonely by myself... I know Candy and Grenda are good friends, but they are not Dipper. Uncle Stan, I watch at night... look at the other empty bed... often think about... " She sniffled, but she shed more tears, "Remember when Dipper stayed here..."

She sobbed, once and for all.

"Wherever I... can see Dipper."

He was so close to her, within reach.But now he's gone.

"But now... I can only see Dipper when I go downstairs... He often refuses my invitations, tinkering with those things by himself..."

Mabel suddenly stopped speaking, and she was no longer as hoarse as before; her coda was sticky and long, as if a violent storm had passed away, and they turned into rain and fog that could not be dispelled. The essence did not change, but it became more dependent and lingering.

Her lips trembled, and tears rolled down without stopping.

"He has become... I don't even know him anymore."

She tried her best to deny and deceive herself.

That was her brother, the brother she grew up with.Even if he is indifferent and he is no longer with her, she still believes stubbornly.

But more and more facts were placed in front of her.

Dipper began to deny her, refused to change Soos' past, and didn't care about Blendin's life or death; he became more and more indifferent, less and less popular, and more and more like...

Bill Cipher.

She enjoys watching "Sherlock Holmes" and sometimes even role-plays.There was a sentence in it that impressed her very much:

After throwing away all the impossible, what remains, no matter how much you don't want to believe it, is the truth.

This transformation happened to Dipper after he was possessed by Bill.

When Mabel saw Dipper clutching the floor, golden eyes so gentle, all the questions were answered.

He must not know how ugly he looks now, how...unlike a human being.

That was her brother's last sanity.

At that time she thought, she had to do something, she had to do something for her brother who was beyond recognition.It's cruel, it's cruel to anyone.But she had to go on.

She gritted her teeth and tensed her back, and she personally pronounced the fact that "Dipper" no longer existed——the feelings collapsed at this moment.Sadness and grievances rolled down, they rolled down from Mabel's eye sockets one after another, without stopping.

Like a branch covered with snow, it fell to the ground with a "click".

She finally...let go of her burden, rely on her elders, and stop forcing herself.

Luckily you're never alone, she thought as tears blurred her vision, Mabel Pines.

Mabel cried for a long time and didn't stop until she got tired of crying. Stan hugged the girl, rarely knowing what to do.

Ford said, "You take Mabel upstairs so she can get a good night's sleep."

She is so tired.

Ford was right, Mabel had never been one to keep things to herself.The past few days have been her limit.

He crossed his arms, and gently scratched a piece of skin on his right arm with his index finger.

"What about Dipper... what do you think?"

Stan picked up the girl, and he purposely adjusted the position of his arms so that Mabel could sleep more comfortably.

"I have no idea."

Ford was taken aback.

Stan closed his eyes. Ford noticed that his brother was no longer young, and had far more gray sideburns than he; Stan's eyes drooped and looked a little mean, which should be because of the eye socket injury, not before, it should be that he entered the time and space portal Later on; Stan's hands were callused, and his lips were always left with a dry layer of cracked skin.

Stan's back is actually a little hunched, but it's not too obvious that he usually supports it.Once the energy supporting him dissipated...

Showing old age.

"Stan..."

"Ford, I don't understand you nerds—didn't, don't now, and never will. I don't have your ambitions to benefit society or anything; I just want to take care of my family."

This was the first time Ford had heard Stan say this.

It dawned on him that Stan wasn't as perpetually an asshole as he seemed.Although he has a bad temper and a poisonous mouth, he acts roguely and arrogantly.But in some respects, at certain times, Stanley Pines' soft-heartedness is a mess.

Ford was startled to realize that he had been deliberately ignoring one thing.

—Stan loves him.

The liar, thief, rogue, loved his family.

He was illiterate and rude.But only when he faced his family, would he carefully restrain his ugly thorns.

Even if the other party doesn't appreciate it.

Even if he has been hurt countless times, he will stick to his heart, hold that sincere heart again, and lean over with a shy smile.

Ford wondered how many times he had hurt Stan.How many times has my sincere heart been broken.

He only saw the ugly outer thorns, but never thought about how soft the inside was.

"I……"

"You know what, Stanford," Stanley sighed, "people like you are actually really scary."

Stanford gasped for breath.

"You are often immersed in your small world, indifferent to the outside world, and what's more, you treat everyone but your own kind as idiots."

Mabel was fast asleep, so Stan had nothing to fear.

"So you don't care how many times the people who love you have been wounded to pieces."

StanleyPines finally admitted that, in fact, he has always loved StanfordPines.

He was just ashamed to speak, but never refused to admit it.

He carried Mabel upstairs, leaving Ford alone.

"About Dipper…" Stan said suddenly, "There's something I'm concerned about. It happened before you came back."

"He recognized the time machine, and tried every means to press the button; but at the last moment..." The scene of that day is still vivid, and he still remembers how nervous he was at that time. Dipper was the most determined one, and Mabel acted as if he would only listen to him.He was desperate at the time, but he didn't expect such a reversal in the end.

"He told Mabel: 'Don't press that button'."

Dipper personally destroyed the Great Wall that had been painstakingly built before.

It was also at that time that Stanley realized that he couldn't read what Dipper was thinking at all.

While ridiculing him, he personally destroyed everything that had been arranged.He struck accurately and ruthlessly, stabbing himself without hesitation, and Stan's palm hurt the moment the steel pipe penetrated his palm.

It's almost like a...

"Like a madman."

Stan puts the girl on the loft bed.He kissed the girl between the eyebrows, wished her a sweet dream and then left quietly.

But this afternoon is not destined to be peaceful.

As soon as Stan left, another figure walked up to him.The guy pushed the girl.

"Hey Mabel, hey!"

Mabel barely opened his eyes and saw...

A familiar bald head.

No, you can't call him bald, this man has hair.Although it is short and few, it is better than nothing.

Mabel blinked slowly a few times before realizing who this person was.

"...Bulabula?"

"It's Blendin! Blendin! Why do you always remember my name wrong!"

If this could embarrass Mabel then she wouldn't be Mabel.

"Okay, okay, dear time man, what do you want from me? It can't be about emphasizing the name."

Blendin was a little embarrassed.

"Mabel, I'm here to ask you to do me a favor."

"Are you in trouble?"

"Almost. In the process of performing other tasks, I left an...item that does not belong to the current time and space, and left it here."

Mabel was quick to respond.

"You want me to go find it?"

"No, no, no, you don't need to look for it. I know where it is, just get it for me. As a reward..." Time Man gritted his teeth, "I can use power for personal gain, and give you a chance to change the past."

Mabel was taken aback.

"you say--"

"Hey! Keep your voice down!" Blendin's hair was flying in fright, "Do you want to yell at all your uncles?"

Mabel groaned, lowering her voice this time.

"Are you serious?"

"Of course it is true." Time Man shrugged, "Because this thing is too important, changing time and space is nothing compared to this thing."

Then he smiled.

"You can come back anytime."

Mabel's grip on the quilt gradually tightened.

"……anytime is fine?"

"certainly."

…Then she wants to go back to that time in the theater.

Back then, when things weren't that bad.

"...What do you want?"

Blendin smiled with satisfaction.

"Space-time dust, it's about this big," he gestured, "it's in a crystal ball, it's a pretty thing, it's on the shelf in Stanford's basement."

"make a deal."

Mabel is very fast, of course, this has something to do with Ford's password not being changed. As the name suggests, the "space-time dust" is really pretty, floating back and forth in the crystal ball.

But for some reason, when she took the space-time dust, she suddenly had a strange feeling.This feeling clamored not to hand things over to Blendin.

She gritted her teeth, fighting back the discomfort.

"Give."

Blendin took the treasure very happily, and he seemed to love it. Mabel tapped on the table.

"When are you going to take me to change the past?"

She can't wait.

Then she saw Blendin pause as he stroked the dust, and he gave Mabel a smile she knew so well.

The man of time let go of his fingers, and the crystal ball slid down between his fingers, crashing crisply on the floor.he