I'm so sorry for not updating this story for so long but I have been really busy with Forever and Changes. Please forgive me! Anyways here's the new chapter.

I am asleep in my bed trying to forget the reality. Kevin is really sick; Kyle won't say sorry and Wendy. Oh Wendy please forgive me that I didn't save you. But even if you were alive now I am powerless to save you Kyle won't apologize even if I apologize first.

I am in my town back the way it was before all the hell shit happened. I am on the road of Main Street with a bright blue sky and a shining happy sun.

"I am free!" I whisper even though I'm aware I'm dreaming.

"Not yet Stan." Says a familiar voice from behind. I turn around to see Mom, Shelley and Wendy smiling, looking as if they were never once in pain. It seems so strange to see Wendy like her normal self again that at first I don't recognize her.

"What do you mean not yet?" I question.

"The time will come when it is right Stan." Mom says gently.

"I have heard that before!" I scream feeling frustrated. No one will give me the information I need!

"Stan, the time is soon. Be prepared." Wendy whispers looking down at her feet. She looks like such an angel right now so perfect and gentle.

"Wait! What does that mean?" I yell. But I get no response but a smile from each one of them as they slowly fade away before my eyes.

"No! Come back!" I plead.

"Stan! Wake up!" says a panicky voice.

My eyes flicker open to see Craig looking over me. His blue eyes full of worry.

"What is it Craig?" I mumble closing my eyes again for some more sleep.

"Kenny's dying!" he exclaims.

I sit up, even though Kenny always dies you never know if he's ever going to come back. "Tell him I'll be there in five minutes." I reply rubbing my eyes.

Craig nods and climbs down the side of my bed to go tell Kenny. I hope he survives long enough so I can say good bye. I wonder how many people know about him dying probably lots. News about everything even things on other sides get through here pretty fast. I am probably the last person to know about Kenny dying. What if Kevin dies? I am used to Kenny dying by now but I don't think Kevin will ever return alive.

I climb down from my bed and I kneel down beside Kevin's bed. He looks so peaceful in his sleep like Wendy in my dream. Oh no. What if he's dead? My heart races in panic at the thought but I am relieved when I see Kevin's chest rise from breathing.

"Don't end up like Kenny is now Kevin." I whisper as I stand back up again.

I walk over to the crowd of kids where Kenny and Cartman's bunk bed is. I recognize every single kid from my side of the room in the crowd and even Clyde, Token and others from Kyle's side. But luckily no Kyle. Good the last thing I need right now is him.

I tap the shoulder of the closest person to me, Tweek. Normally before this shit happened Tweek would scream or shout or something whenever anyone did anything to him. But now he just turns around casually to see who it is.

"Hey Stan," he replies when he sees me.

"Hey Tweek,"

"Kenny's not doing very good." Tweek says sadly.

I sigh. "I know and we all may end up like him if we don't get out of here soon."

Tweek looks down at the ground, eyes welling up with tears. "I wonder how Mom and Dad are." He whispers.

"I'm sure their fine." I reassure him.

"But how do we know?"

I put my hand on his shoulder. "Tommorow I will ask Dad how your Dad is doing. I don't have any way of finding out about your Mom but at least it's something."

Tweek looks up at me with a small smile. "Thanks Stan."

I walk away from my friend to get through the crowd of people to see Kenny. Very slowly I make my way through the crowd. I look down at my friend and the sight he is in brings back memories of all the times he has died in the past. And how every single time Kyle was there for me and together we would get through those hard times. Now I'm on my own and I have to get through this by myself.

I look down at Kenny with Cartman at my side. Tears are in the fat-boy's eyes and it makes me realize the Kenny has always been his best friend and fat-ass has more feelings then I thought. I put my arm around Cartman's shoulders.

"Do you think he will come back this time?" Cartman whispers from beside me.

"I don't know Cartman." I answer telling the truth.

"It's so close to Christmas! Why does he have to die so close to Christmas?" Cartman asks me.

"It doesn't matter what time of year someone dies Cartman. But I guess it is a little more sad when someone dies so close to Christmas." I agree. "But Kenny has died a few times during Christmas time remember?"

Cartman nods.

"Like that time with Charles Manson?"

"And the time the chandelier fell on top of him while we were singing?" Cartman adds his voice a little more cheerful.

"And the time we were trying to make our very own Christmas special and he got hit by a car?"

The two of us laugh together and I feel a slight bit better.

"I'm sure Kenny will come back later on."

"Probably." Cartman says unsure but his eyes are filled with hope.

"It's all right Kenny I'm here," says a voice beside us.

I look down to see a kid with a green hat and there is only one person I know with a green hat like that one.

Kyle.