Kyle was walking through town. He had his iPod in, and he was listening to the music that his mom didn't like. It was boring, not having Stan here. He seemed different. A few days ago, Stan had moved to a big city, with a fancy house and everything. Randy was still here. His parents had split. Kyle just walked down the street, and he stopped when he reached the theater. The wind began to blow. Kyle remembered the good times they had at this theater, and he smiled when he remembered the time when all the boys saw the Terrence and Phillip movie, and started a war with Canada.

"Hm, Poor Kenny." Kyle said, smiling as he looked at his feet.

He kept walking. People would pass by, but it was sunset, and so it was sparse. Kyle kept walking. He felt as if he would never get tired, he would constantly be walking.

As he walked, Mr. Garrison ran to Kyle. Well, he included Mr. Hat of course.

"Oh Kyle! I'm so glad your here! It's about Stan." he said, sort of panicked

"What? What happened?" he asked.

"Well, come here!" he grabbed Kyles hand and ran behind the buildings to a hill. It was e hill where Stan and Kyle had put Cartman when he played Jesus. There, right there, was Stan. Not moving. Eyes closed. A small, ever so small, puddle of blood behind him.

"I... I don't know... Why he came here... But.. I saw a guy run away with a knife.. I'm.. So sorry Kyle. Same with Mr. Hat." Mr. Garrison said.

Kyle took out his headphones, and fell to his knees on the snow.

"St-Stan?" he said. He reached hand on the black haired boy's body. It was cold.

"Stan?Stan! Stan!" Kyle began to cry.

"Stan!" he yelled. He just didn't believe it. His friend, no, his BEST friend, was gone. He was nothing but a lifeless body left in the snow to decay over years.

"I... Don't... I can't... It's too... Cruel..." Kyle said, trying to overcome tears.

Mr. Garrison sat next to Kyle in the snow and put a hand on his back. He even had watery eyes.

"I can call the sheriff if you want.." Mr. Garrison said.

"No... I'll do this myself..." Kyle said.

"Ok." Mr. Garrison said quietly.

Kyle just stayed there, crying and even screaming sometimes. Time was slowed, or so it seemed. Kyle just couldn't get over this. Hours passed before Kyle began to calm down. Mr. Garrison and Mr. Hat were still there. Kyle stood up, and began to walk home. He didn't cry. Nope. When he got home, he acted as if nothing happened. Until he went to bed.

He let it out. All out. He cried all night. Then, when he FINALLY after HOURS fell asleep, he had tears on his cheeks. He had even cried in his sleep.

After cleaning up, he walked downstairs. He ate breakfast and said goodbye to his dad. His mom left to the store. He then got on the phone.

"Yeah? What do you want Jew?" Cartman said through the phone.

"Stan. He freaking dead." Kyle said. Kyle began having tears in his eyes.

"Dude? You fucking with me or are you serious?" Cartman said.

"Cartman. Why would I lie about this? This is STAN freaking MARSH I'm talking about." He said.

Cartman didn't respond for a while. When he did, he sounded angry.

"Who the fuck did this?" he asked.

"Not sure. Buy a guy with a knife. I'm turning on the news. Stay on the line." Kyle said.

"I will too." Cartman said

He walked to the couch and turned the TV on.

"And here's the newest South Park news. A killer has been preying on the innocent. Victims? Jimmy... No last name."

"No..."

"Wendy Testaburger"

"Wendy?" Cartman yelled.

"Bradley.. Well, we have no last name"

"Bradley... Kyle said.

"Dude, get Kenny. Get Token. Get everyone. Because Coon and Friends is back in business." Cartman said,in all seriousness.