"10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1…HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!" The bar erupted in chaotic noise ringing in the New Year. Stan kicked back his shot and slammed it to the bar.

"Stan, Stan, dude….I'm drunk. Are you drunk?" Kenny jumped onto the rim of Stan's stool. "What's what's the matter dude?"

Stan smiled shaking his head. "You're too far gone to remember."

"Oh yeah." Kenny said sadly. Stan couldn't help but laugh at the look on Kenny's face. It was like someone with soup for a face was trying to look depressed. "Kyle." Kenny stated.

"Mmmhmm."Stan stood up from his chair. He patted Kenny on the back. "You have fun man. I'm gonna go home."

"Alright. I'll call you in two days. When I can remember your number."

Stan smiled and left the bar. It was snowing and he pulled his collar up to shield his neck. It been two years ago tonight when his life changed forever. It was snowing, just like it was now. Stan made it home by 12:30. He turned on his computer and changed waiting for it to load. His AOL screen immediately opened.

246tequila has signed on

246tequila: Happy New Year.

Stan smiled. superman99: Same to you.

246tequila: How's the drunken fool?

superman99: Drunk and forgetful

246tequila: I don't mind. Give him a few days to sober up and he'll remember. Anyway how was it?

Superman99: Drank a few, laughed a bit, watched the ball drop, and came home. Yourself?

246tequila: Not too exciting. Bag of popcorn and a couple beers, nothing grand. You have to work tomorrow?

Superman99: Yeah. 5.

246tequila: Me too. I'll let you go.

Superman99: Alright.

246tequila: Goodnight.

Superman99: I miss you.

246tequila: I know.

Superman99: Goodnight.

246tequila has signed off.

Stan rolled his chair back and sighed. "Kyle." He said softly. Two years was too long. Growing up in South Park the last thing on their minds was being put in the witness protection. They knew it was against the rules, but they couldn't listen to the rules. Things had happened that they hadn't been able to talk about. They'd been ripped apart too soon. Every time Stan closed his eyes he could see that night play in his mind. Then the following weeks, and he'd always end on the night before. He blamed himself. It was his idea in the first place, and now… Stan got up from his chair and went to bed. Not wanting the memories to kill him again.