It had been a long time since you'd passed by the Mystery Shack. The memories of Stan flooded back: his laugh, the jacket he used to lend you when it got cold, and the plans that never came to be. It all felt so close, like it happened only yesterday, despite the time that had passed.

Walking past the Shack today, you felt the familiar weight of those memories, and a soft pang of nostalgia. The sounds of Gravity Falls, the rustling of the trees—it all felt like a piece of the past that never quite left you.

Then, you saw him. Stan stood at the door, wearing his usual grin. But there was something different in his eyes today. Something warm, a little more vulnerable.

—"Hey," he greeted, his voice soft. "Got something to show you. Come on in."

You hesitated, unsure whether it was just your imagination or if he really meant it. It had been so long, you weren't sure if this invitation was just a friendly gesture or something more.

Before you could say anything, Stan took a step forward, surprising you by gently taking your hand. With a small, almost shy smile, he led you inside.

—"Just finished it with the twins," he added. "Had to make sure it was... just right."

As you stepped into the Shack, your gaze immediately went to the wall. It was covered in photos. Photos of you and Stan, snapshots from the past—memories of days long gone, moments you thought you'd left behind. Some were candid, others posed, but all of them told the story of what once was.

Stan stood beside you, watching your reaction. His voice was quieter now, tinged with uncertainty.

—"If it bothers you, I can take them down... It's just that, well, let's be honest—you were my best partner."