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“So this key can open anything?” Wendy asked her friend.
“As long as it’s from Gravity Falls, then yes,” Dipper told the teen. “So what pranks are we going to play with this?”
Wendy slowly turned the president’s key in her hand. “Sorry dude, no pranks today. Come. I want to show you something”
Dipper had found himself in Wendy’s attic. The red head was dragging out a large chest. “This”, she explained, “belonged to my mom.”
“Oh.” Dipper didn’t know what to say. Wendy never mentioned her. He had no idea where she was.
As if reading his mind Wendy said, “She, she left when I was little. No idea where or why. My family just woke up one morning and she was… gone. This chest was one of the things she left behind.”
Dipper, who had been trusted with secrets by Grunkle Ford, knew how important this was to Wendy and how big it was that she was trusting Dipper with this. “Thank you.”
“Well, you are the only one I know with a magic key.”
She pushed the key into the lock and popped it open. And it was pictures. Of her. Books of baby pictures. As she flipped she saw pictures of her brothers too. Tears whelmed her eyes. Why? Why, why, why, why? Did she lock them up because she didn’t want to look at them? Was she keeping them safe? Like everything else with her mom, Wendy was left with nothing but questions.
She felt Dipper’s arms wrap around as she was crying. She was so glad he was there. She turned around and hugged him back. “Thanks Dip,” Wendy said, wiping her tears. She gave the key back. As Dipper put the key back into his pocket he felt a pair of lips kiss his cheek.