You know the date, 8:33 PM; “Keep it comin’, Rich.” she said to the bartender, taking another glass. Her mind was racing. There was so much to do in the coming days. That town… Gravity Falls. That anomalous town. There was something weird about it, and she knew. Now the government knew. She was probably the only one in the San Pierro area who knew the whole story. She scratched her pink hair and drank another shot. “Ms. Watterson.” she heard from behind her, and she turned around. The man in the suit handed her a paper, which she slipped into her orange dress.