[Cartman's POV]
I sat in my dark room, alone...and tired. I sat waiting for my phone to ring. But it remained silent...
My eyes were red and puffy, but why did I care? I wouldn't go outside, I wouldn't look out my window, I wouldn't even make another call to anyone. For the past three months I have sat in my room, doing as the kidnapper said.
First he told me not to call the cops or he would shoot Kyle. Second he made me meet one of his friends and pay him $500 cash. That was it...they haven't called since then and it was making me worry.
Suddenly my phone began to ring, the tune played, and it reminded me of Kyle. "Hello," I said, my voice cracking.
[Cartman?] the voice on the other line said.
"This is him," I said softly.
[Cartman, it's me Kyle,] he said. My eyes widened. [Please help me, I'm in North Park] he said.
"I'll go and get you out of there," I said.
[Bring cops with you,] he ordered.
I looked around the room. "Okay, tell me your address," I said.
After Kyle told me his address he hung up and I ran to my car. I started the engine and headed off to North Park...
