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The mansion was spacious and beautiful. It seemed too big for only two people. But Token had assured them that this was his gift to the McCormicks, and he wouldn't take no for an answer. This was one of the many places he owned. For safe keeping of the boy, Token had decided to move Red and Marshall out of South Park, But not so far that he couldn't get to them if they needed him, or if he wanted to make sure they were okay. Losing his friend Kenny had made him feel as if he could lose another part of his circle of friends, and he just didn't think he could handle another one.

It was eight in the evening, and Token and Cartman were leading the two who were to relocate on a tour of the house.

The first floor had a look almost as if it was a hotel lobby. In fact, when Red commented about that, Token explained to her that at one point It used to be just that. As time went on, the Blacks added more and more to the mansion, and it turned into the spacious place they stood in.

The first floor had a kitchen, which was vast and decorated beautifully. It looked like tons of money was put into decorating it, with granite tables, and an island counter in the center of the kitchen. It had a walk in freezer full of food. It was really nice, and Marshall and his mother couldn't believe that they had landed in this place.

They moved on to the basement, where it was just used as a storage room. Token said that for Marshall's sake, he would make the basement into something better, But Marshall said he didn't have to. So, as they stood there, Marshall and Red were surprised to see that it had become a really nice living room. There was a mini fridge in the corner that when Marshall opened, revealed dozens of drinks and snacks. He smiled as he saw that there was even a section just for him. Low fat snacks and drinks flavored with a sweetener that wouldn't make his diabetes worse.

"Dude, you didn't have to do this you know." Marshall said to Token as he smiled at his friend.

"it's all good, son." Token said as Red grabbed a water bottle and popped it open.

"And the seal is still intact." Red said smiling. "This means that Cartman here didn't try to poison it."

They made their way over to the second floor of the place. Here, was one of the most neatest bathrooms that Marshall and his mother had ever seen. It was the size of a classroom. It had Granite floors, and a granite counter around the sink. There was nice smelling soap, and what looked like really soft toilet paper next to the toilet. Under the sink, there was a space that had a couple shelves, and these shelves contained more soaps and packages of toilet paper, along with cleaning supplies.

There was a shower in one corner, and a hot tub in the other corner. Token smiled at the look on Marshall's face.

"You'll have to explore the tub on your own if you want to, sport." He said smiling. "Remember that there's also a bathroom down in the lobby." Token added looking over at Red. "Should you have anyone over, they shouldn't have to come all the way up here just to go pee."

They headed out of the bathroom, past a linen closet, and to the next room. It was a bedroom with a four poster bed, and the curtains on the bed were opened right now, revealing a red comforter. Marshall walked over to the pillows and touched them. He gasped. They were down pillows. He touched the bed, and saw that it was really padded. He smiled. He was going to like this house very much.

There was a really nice closet, and a really nice dresser made of oak. He smiled as he ran his hand over the neat smoothness of the wood. He sighed. It even smelled new!

In the corner of the room, was another mini fridge. He opened this one to find it empty. He looked at Token, and Token smiled.

"I didn't know how to fill it, since I didn't know whose room it would be." Token explained smiling.

"You don't have to." Red said smiling at him.

"He may not have to," Cartman said speaking for the first time. "But I sure as hell do. I've got stuff in my car that's supposed to be here." He said smiling at them.

They moved on to the rest of the rooms examining them all in turn. Since they had used this mansion as a hotel previously, there were mini fridges in all the rooms. So there was nothing special about them. They finally came to what was deemed to be the master bedroom by Token.

It was just like the other rooms. Really nice dressers, nightstands, the fridge, and closet. But Token walked over to the mirror in the room and stared at himself. He smiled at the full length of his frame, and called Marshall over to him. Marshall looked at his mother quizzically, and then walked over to Token with a grin.

Cartman smiled as he laid a hand on the boy's shoulder. "Do you like secrets, kid?" he asked as he took Marshall's hand. He guided Marshall over to a button on the mirror's paneling. It blended so smoothly into the mirror that you didn't even know it was there unless you knew right where to look. The mirror slid over to reveal a really spacious room. Marshall gasped as he looked into it, and looked at Cartman. Cartman smiled back at him.

"It's a secret room!" the twelve year old said as he looked over at Token and Red.

"Not quite kid." Eric said as he looked at his friend. "Would you care to explain, Token?" he asked smiling at him.

"It's what people call a Panic Room." Token said smiling at Marshall's appalled look. "Really big, huh?" Token asked smiling.

"I've heard about them." Red said softly looking a little skeptical. "Is it safe?" she asked. "What exactly is it for?"

"Well," Eric said as he looked at Token. "Imagine if someone broke into the mansion. You can't get out, because they've trapped you there, and there's nowhere to keep you safe." He explained. "You run in, close it, and lock it." He added smiling.

"It's got its own phone line," Token explained. "You just have to hook it up. I can do that for you if you want." He added smiling. He could tell Eric was a real hero for showing Marshall the secret room.

"This one's mine. Marshall said smiling at his mom. "Please, mom." He said smiling at her.

"No." she said softly. "I don't like it. Anything with a panic room in it has got to bring trouble. Token, I'm beginning to have second thoughts about this place, dear." She said sighing.

"Oh come on." Eric said softly. "This'll be good for the boy, Red. You know it will. Just try it out for a month, or a couple weeks, and then see what you think. If you still don't like it afterword's, we can help you find another place." He suggested sighing.

"So can I have this room, mom?" Marshall asked pleadingly.

"No, son." Red said sternly. "What if you lock yourself in here, and you have a seizure, or an accident occurs because of your insulin shots?" she asked moaning. "I get the chills just thinking about it."

"Wait 'til you all settle in." Token agreed. "Then you can maybe convince your mom to let you have the room."