Miku is almost comically slow. Running was never her strong suit, and she was quickly separated from her rescuer by a wall of throbbing, breathing flesh.

It forced her to continue on alone. Whatever is causing this has a lot more to feed off from Miku than it does from Dipper, and it shows. There is something skittering behind the slow-moving girl, that has too many faces, and too many arms. The flesh of its many palms slap against the ground as Miku turns a corner, and ducks into a narrow crawlspace located only by what must've been pure, dumb luck.

She's small enough to fit, anyway, and that's what matters. The creature thunders past, its many mouths open, tongues lolling as if tasting the air for Miku's scent. Miku catches sight of Dipper from the safety of her hiding spot. With its attention off of her for now, she puts a finger to her lips and beckons him to duck down, lest it see him, too.