The old man was gruff, with a gold tooth glinting in the afternoon sun. A shifty-looking pig sat in the passenger seat, snorting.

He shoved a crumpled piece of paper at her. It was a shopping list, scrawled in a child's messy handwriting: Mystery Meat, Saltines, Pickles, Cheddar, and in bold,**

Underneath, in a neater hand, Dipper had added: Flashlight batteries. And maybe a new journal. The last one got wet.