Damien tore off the ticket. "Father, I'm going up to the Surface!" He called, peering around the corner for him. He could hear muffled grunts and groans, with an occasional cuss from Saddam Hussein.

"I'm also going to go kiss an angel," he prompted.

Nothing.

"I'm going to beg God for forgiveness," he tried again, smirking, before pushing the door open and descending into the cold air of South Park, Colorado.

As he did, he slammed into a blonde figure.

Damien swore as he rubbed his eyes, which soon widened.

"Pip? Pip Pirrup?"

The blonde boy blinked up at him, looking confused, before breaking into a happy grin. "Damien Thorn?" He confirmed. There was no accent there anymore, except a bit of British in his tongue. "Is that you?"

Damien shrugged. "I suppose so. Did you—did you get a Reunion letter?"

Pip smiled and held up the ticket. "I did," he said. "It's six thirty now—It's only a few blocks away from where I live. Do you want to walk with me?" The Antichrist paused, staring at him with a lifted brow like he was insane, before slowly nodding and closing the gate of Hell behind him.

Pip grew. He definitely grew—now only a few centimeters smaller than Damien. They hadn't seen each other since seventh grade. That was when Damien dropped out to continue living in hell with his father.

"Hey."

"What is it?" Pip said happily.

"You still look like a girl."

Butters Stotch pulled up at South Park High School building with a giant bag beside him. Presents were poking out through the top, wrapped in pretty ribbon and paper. How long had it been, really, since he'd last seen his friends and teachers? He chuckled as he excited the car, blowing a strand of blonde out of his face.

How long had it been since he was grounded?

"Craig?" Clyde called out, arm around Bebe's. "Craig mother fucking Tucker?"

Craig looked up, letting his wife and Bebe reunite. "Clyde?" His eyes fell on a girl about Raven's age, with her father's hair and Bebe's old red coat. He nudged his son and, scowling, he flipped his father off before running to the girl.

"I'm Raven," he said flatly.

"I'm Cecile, but call me Tey." She smiled, running a hand through her hair. "How old are you?" She asked.

"I'm ten."

"Me too," she said, watching as their fathers continued joking with one another. Craig wasn't smiling, his face still blank, as he called for the kids to enter the Hall.

Wendy's eyes widened. "Oh my God, Kyle Broflovski?! " She smiled and slowly made her way towards the day walker and his brother, wrapping her arms around him in an awkward hug. Kyle smiled. "Wendy Marsh," he said happily. His eyes fell on the rounded stomach and he grinned. "Congratulations!"

Stan was quiet as he walked over, then his jaw dropped.

"Kyle!" He yelled suddenly, tackling him onto the snow and giving him playful punches as they attempted to rise. "Oh my god, Kyle, you son of a bitch!" He held his friend at arm's length and grinned. "Jesus Christ! Are you taller than me?"

Kyle blinked and nodded. "Yes!" He said happily. "I missed you! How's it been?"

"Erhmaghered! Jew?"

The boys whipped around.

"Fatass?" Kyle whispered breathlessly. "Fucking Fatass!" He laughed and held out his arms for a quick hug, which Cartman instantly returned. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but I've missed you!"

Eleanor blinked up at him.

"Who's this?"

"God, Ellie, where the fuck are your manners?" Cartman snapped playfully. "Up your fat ass!" She growled. Cartman facepalmed before gesturing towards Stan, Kyle, and Wendy.

"Ellie, meet Hippie, Jew, and Ho," he said, grinning.

"Shut up, Cartman," Stan said playfully. Wendy smiled. "You've lost weight."

Cartman shrugged. He had lost weight after they'd stopped making Cheesy Poofs, and his mom decided to put him on a diet. A flash of raven caught his eye.

"Tucker?"

"Cartman," Craig said slowly, blinking. "Wow." His hand was around a small boy's, who flipped him off.

Despite that, Cartman couldn't help but get a tingly sensation in his stomach.

The same kind he got when adventures were beginning...