Dipper stomped through the pine-needle covered ground of the forest floor, his hands deep in his jacket pockets, his collar pulled up to his ears. He was getting annoyed with this constant finding something new, and then being let down when it lead to a dead end - who ever wrote his journal really did not want to be found… Or maybe could not be found?

Dipper was so deep in thought he did not notice the rippling in the air in front of him, nor the tree surroundings turning to a metal interior of a ship, which could have started blaring alarms if he’d entered anyway instead of being plopped into the middle of one of it’s many halls within it’s levels. He took notice when he let out a small breath, and not noticing the heat on his cheeks; he stopped walking walking in a circle to look around where he was - the teens mouth quickly going draw as he shoulders fell limp. He had been placed in some weird places - but never once someplace like this…

Quick as a whip he heard the sound of someone walking in his direction, tensing he quickly moved to the wall, hoping its minor bumps would keep his presence a secret…