Summary;
A teenage boy is found dead, floating in Stark's Pond in South Park. He has been murdered by someone he knew.
We will turn back time three weeks and the story of the murder will be seen day by day. One thing is for sure – the one who has been murdered is one of the four friends; Cartman, Kyle, Stan or Kenny. But who? And why?
The dead boy
Suddenly, by the end of summer; a hot day. The warmth is holding on until the evenings, so they are going for a walk. It's the first time they're doing it together. The two of them, and no others, hand in hand.
They didn't talk, but somehow they both knew where they were going. The taller one of them leads the shorter one down a small, almost invisible road between the trees in the woods. He seems to know this road very well. He tells the shorter that no one except him knows about that road. In a while they ended up by the other side of Stark's Pond that is pretty much lonesome.
The taller one leads his company now to a bench near the water. The surface was covered with pollen near the edge but a few feet out the water was dark and clear. Sometimes a few rings were spread on the surface, some fishes swimming, searching for food.
The taller one glares at his company a long time, trying the hardest to not lose his courage he had built up. The right hand moved closer to the smaller ones. Just as it was about to take a grip, the shorter one of them lifted that hand and pointed out to the lake.
"What is that?"
The taller one sighed inside and looked out at where his company where pointing, seeing right away what disturbed.
Something was floating out there, slowly coming their way. They couldn't see clearly what it was, but its surface was bright and shiny in the setting sun.
The shorter one stood and slowly went down, finding a big rock to stand on in the water, watching as "it" drew closer and closer. The taller one stood up too, making his way to see "it" better too.
"What is it?"
"I don't know… I can't see clearly."
"Move."
The shorter one took a step back and the taller one stepped out on the rock. Using his foot to carefully drag "it" closer, he saw that it was plastic. To take a closer look he sat down on his knees on the rock and grabbed "it" with his hands and pulled as close as he could. He let go as soon as he saw a pair of blue, naked feet near his hands. He stood up hasty.
"What is it?" The shorter one asked behind him.
"Don't look." The taller one said, but his company was already beside him on the rock to take a look.
"DON'T LOOK!"
But it was too late.
The shorter one saw the face of the dead body that was floating right in front of them. A scream escaped the shorter ones lips, making birds fly away from their trees.
A name.
A name filled the taller ones ears. It was the name of the person who is floating in front of him. A person he has known all his life.
The shorter one starts crying, screams so whole South Park could hear, while the taller one looked at the blue lips, a trail of dried blood in the corner of the mouth down to the chin, the closed, relaxed eyes.
He's young.
He's dead.
He's naked, and wrapped in thin, translucent plastic.