The following stories will have mentions of various types of past abuse, including parental, romantic, and substance. Viewer discretion is advised.

It was a cold March day, with clouds scattered across the sky, floating over the South Park Elementary playground. Heidi and Rebecca were happily swinging on the swings together when suddenly, one of their follow fourth graders approched them. It was Craig Tucker, who said. "Hey Heidi."

"Hey, Craig." Heidi respond, a bit confused.

"Um, listen, can i talk to you in private?" He asked.

"Uh..." Heidi looked at Rebecca, who answered, "Go ahead, I'll be fine."

"...Sure." was Heidi's answer. So she got off the swing and followed Craig a short distance away.

"So what's this about?" Heidi asked. They weren't friends, just acquaintances that were in the same class and had briefly hanged out through their mutual connection through Eric Cartman. She had no idea what he could possibly have to talk with her about.

"Well, it's just...after everything that's happened, I've had a lot to think about." Craig started. Of course, he was talking about Tweek's parents being arrested and later going to jail for not only selling meth laced coffee to their customers but also using their own son as a lab rat to test taste it. Tweek himself was at that time at a rehab facility getting help with his meth addiction and would stay there for some time. "Tweek, our relationship, the good times and the bad, like when we were fighting because he started freaking out over North Korea and the situation got worse and worse and I was trying to employ quick fixes and facts to calm him down and it wasn't working and…it was also around the same time all those kids were getting killed by people on their phones while driving. Remember that?"

"Yeah, at least kid from our school was dying each day. It was terrible." Heidi recalled.

"Yeah and I remember you tried to do something about it. That you and a bunch of other kids organized an assembly so everyone could talk and grief together. That's where you said something that really stuck with me. You said that quick answers don't always work, that people need help talking through their emotions sometimes and that sometimes the best thing to do is to just talk about your feelings and be there for each other. And that's when I finally realized that I had been going about things all wrong. So I went to Tweek and we talked about how he was feeling and it worked. For all my facts and logic, just talking and listening was what really made a difference and we were finally able to do something about his fears."

Heidi vividly remembered that assembly. That was where she had tried to get it through their then boyfriend's thick skull that it was okay to talk about your feelings. It didn't work and he had run off saying he was going to kill himself. He didn't kill himself. She remembered that not long afterwards, Craig and Tweek had organized a memorial where everyone sang a song about not being on your phone while driving. It looked like her words had gotten through to someone after all.

"So that's why I'm here. If it weren't for you, I'm not sure I would have gotten my head out of my ass and really listened to Tweek. If it weren't for you, I don't know that our relationship would have survived."

"Craig, I'm sure someone else would told you something similar."

"But no one else did. No one else but Tweek. At least, he tried to but…he couldn't…If I hadn't…if I wasn't so….Look, I came to you now because, thinking back on things, I realized that Tweek and I never thanked you for helping us. So I'm saying it now. Thank you, Heidi."

"That's really sweet, Craig, but really, it sounds like I only helped you two by accident. It don't know if that really deserves thanks." Heidi said.

"It does to me and I'm sure if Tweek was here, he would say the same thing. So I'll say it again, thank you." Craig said with great conviction.

What Heidi said next, she didn't say in a self satisfacted way but more humble like.

"You're welcome."