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A most delightful sunshine was casted unto the earth, and a day of pleasant weather blessed the small town of South Park. The snow was melted and a pleasant spring had taken place of the bitter and harsh cold. Girls, boys, and everyone in between had begun to shed their heavy layers of clothing for much more spring-appropriate garb. Students had already returned from their spring breaks, which was plagued by the remaining chills of a vicious winter.
Pip, who was already finished with his schooling and was currently in the midst of a hunt for employment, had also felt the effects of the season. His cold attitude was melting like the snow, his sadness, caused not by the cold, was beginning to blow over, and he was, as a whole, feeling like a new man. He had begun to invite his close friends, Butters and Tweek, to join him on restless walks and pointless outings, and he had begun to make it a point to call his family in friends back in his home country of England. As Butters and Tweek were in a similar state of spring-fever, they would often take up his offers of outing and walks, and would even bring some of their own friends if the occasion struck. His English companions and family, however, were much different, and would never answer his calls or letters. Despite such, he kept his head high, and refused to take it personally, on the grounds that his friends and family had no reason to be angry at him.
One day, Pip had called Butters and asked him to accompany him on a walk. He declined, but did not disclose the reason. So, Pip called Tweek with the same offer, but, again, was denied for reasons untold. He didn't mind, however, and he was much too restless to stay home, so he went alone.

He had just finished his first lap around town when he stopped on the empty sidewalk as he saw a most beautiful sight, even more beautiful than the spring.

It was his love, Estella! Estella was his very first and only true love, one he met when he was very young in his home country. Oh, he was sure it was her, what with her familiar, wavy hair of gold, her cheeks as rosy as a rose, and her pink lips as perfect as perfection itself. She smiled at him from her lady-like stance across the street, waving to him with her perfect, delicate hands of pale. But, as soon as Pip could smile and wave back to her, she turned and continued walking down the way Pip had just come. A breeze Pip was too mesmerized to feel blew her hair and dress. Oh yes, it was surely her – she was wearing Pip's favorite dress. It reached her knees, a length much shorter than most of her dress, and was a soft, beige colour with rows of softly coloured roses. The border upon the torso of the dress was ruffled, something that Pip often questioned the comfortableness of. Around the waist of the lovely dress was a small ribbon, tying around the front into a bow of a soft, purplish brown. It was a sleeveless dress, perfect for the sunny weather that had recently ensued in South Park, with only a soft looking strap to come over her shoulders to keep the dress in place. Indeed, it was a very pretty dress for a very beautiful woman.

This was quite a miracle to see her, as Pip had not seen her or heard from her in six years! Last he had heard, Estella had run away from home, taking not a single thing with her. Pip was determined to get her, and have her assure her friends and family in England that she was alive and healthy. Everyone had been so worried about her!

He hurried to cross the street, not bothering to look both ways before running to her. Quickly, she turned in between two houses, ignoring her admirer. Pip was quick behind her, calling out to her, "Estella, Estella!"

The beautiful woman turned back between two other houses, but, as Pip turned as well, she was gone.

"Estella?" said he. He turned around to look behind him, where he could only see Estella holding a police baton. Quickly, before he could even react, she smacked him on the head, knocking him unconscious. Pip fell unto the grass at her feet. Estella dropped the baton and fled.

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A strange rumbling awoke Pip. It sounded similar to that of old, heavy machinery, but rested deep within the earth's crust and managed to somehow give the grassy ground a faint trembling. As the young man touched his aching head and wiped the yellow hair from his forehead, he noticed how incredibly dark it had gotten. Disturbed, he picked himself off from the ground, only to notice that things were not as they once were.

While everything, even himself, was in the exact same places and positions, they were styled quite differently. It was as though he'd stepped into an English town untouched by life since 1860, and not in a flattering sense. The style of the buildings he had collapsed in between had a drastic change in style, and were no longer small, simple homes of modern day Colorado. They looked like the houses one would find in a small English village over a hundred years ago, and looked as though they were decaying. Dirt, vines, even some blood festered upon the walls of the ancient homes. While nothing had collapsed or appeared to be broken, it was very clear to Pip that these buildings had not been cared for, perhaps not even seen, in many years. But, when Pip walked out from between the two buildings and onto the pavement, he knew that it was not only the houses that had changed, rather, everything had changed. The pavement that made the street had aged, and so did the sidewalk. Cars were no longer there, but instead were replaced by horse-pulled coaches that sat untouched. What were once light bulb-powered lamp posts were now hanging lanterns. Not a single thing was out of place – everything was just styled differently.

Perhaps it's just dark. I'm just delirious, he thought to himself, unwilling to agree with the abrupt shift as a million horrid theories littered his mind.

With his head still throbbing, he made the decision to return to his apartment. This did not do him well, as it was very dark, and not a single person was around. As he began to depart from the place of which he had found himself, the sound from underneath the earth began to fade. Eventually, it was no more, and everything was absolutely quiet.

He made a timid and very precautious way in the direction of where his apartment would be if, in fact, everything was in the exact same place. Every so often, when things would seem a tad bit too quiet, he would gaze over his shoulder and sweep the perimeter with a scrutinizing gaze. When it was decided that he was alone, he would look ahead again, and continue walking.

However, when Pip had made it halfway to his apartment, he noticed the first sign of life. It was a dog with fur two different shades of brown. It was about as tall as a young boy, with pointy ears and sharp canine teeth that hung out of its mouth. It also sported a French pink handkerchief, which seemed to be just about the cleanest thing around. Pip stopped upon seeing the creature, gawking at it as it scrutinized him with an air of calmness.

This was, doubtlessly, a neighborhood dog. Pip was quite certain that this was the pup of the childhood pet one of his former classmate's had. He knew that he should not be worried, as South Park was a small town, and if there were any vicious animals around, that knowledge would have spread like a wildfire. This was not a vicious animal, not as far as he knew. However, that did not stop him from feeling intense dread and an agonizing sense of horror as he stood, only yards away from another creature in this redecorated town.

After what seemed like much too long and neither one of them had done a single thing, Pip crossed the street and continued on as far from the dog as he could. After a few doubtful glances over the shoulder and some trembling, he was sure that he was not being followed. When the dog was far enough that he was but a blur in the distance, Pip bolted.

((Sorry about the deletion of the previous upload, it needed to be fixed, and now it is fixed, and everything shall return.))