Later, in an old worn out looking house, that was far beyond it's time. Lie Kenny in a room sleeping, having passed out while being carried there. He lies on an old forgotten bed that was left behind by who ever owned the house previously, along with many other various furniture pieces that seemed to be left there as well. All of it, old and worn, much past their prime.

The bed he lie in however, had newer sheets placed on it for him. And the room it's self was sparse, only having the bed, an old dresser, a small closet, a window with blinds, which had some missing and a small nightstand next to the bed.

Kenny wasn't alone in the room right now though, there were two others also there. They were keeping an eye on him to make sure he was doing alright. A few seconds go by and Craig walks into the room, now dressed in different dry clothing, and goes to stand next to the bed.

"Man, I still can't believe it's actually him," the boy with short brown hair says.

"Yeah..." the boy with short black hair nods a bit.

"Stan, how do you think he is even still alive?" the brown haired one asks the other.

"I don't know," Stan says quietly.

"He's all cut up in to bits and stuff."

"Yeah..." Stan trails off.

"They even cut off his dick and stuff," the brown haired one states.

"Clyde! Dude!" Stan exclaims.

"What?"

"That's fucked up!"

"I know it is!"

Craig turns and glares at the two of them, "Can you two leave," it's not a question, he was telling them to get out because they were starting to get on his nerves with their conversation.

They both take a step back, when they think they see a hint of a spark glint in Craig's eye.

"H-Hey Clyde, let's go and see how Dot and Token are holding up okay?" Stan says a bit nervously.

"Y-Yeah, okay," Clyde agrees just as nervous, and they both leave the room.

Craig looks back at Kenny and sits down on the side of the bed. He places a hand gently on Kenny's cheek and lightly runs his thumb over the stitching on his face. A mixed look of anger and sadness crosses his face because of them. Kenny slowly opens his non-stitched eye and looks over at Craig.

"Hey," Craig smiles at him.

Kenny glances around the room, "Where... are we?" he asks, his voice still very tried and hoarse sounding.

"We're at a temporary hideout with some others I know," Craig replies.

Kenny glances back at him, "... Craig, I need to ask you to do something for me but... you probably won't like it," he says stoically.

Craig removes his hand from Kenny's cheek, "What is it?" he asks sounding a bit uncertain.

"I... need you to kill me."

Craig's eyes go wide, "W-What?" disbelief heavy in his tone.

Kenny's expression remains stoic like his tone,"It's the fastest way for me to regenerate and-"

"No!" Craig cuts him off, "I just got you back, and you want me to kill you?!"

"Craig I-"

"No!" Craig repeats, "How can you ask me to do that to you?!" he looks down, "I could never do such a horrible thing to you..." his voice is quiet now.

"Sorry..." Kenny says, his gaze falls onto the nightstand for a moment before he looks up at the ceiling, "I think... that I'm going to try and get some more rest."

Craig looks back at him and nods, "Alright..." he says and gets up, then heads for the door, "I'll see you a bit later then."

Even though Craig had wanted to stay with him a bit more, he knew that Kenny getting some rest was the best option for now, and he also still needed to talk with everyone else. So with that in mind, he leaves the room and makes his way down the hall.

When Craig enters into the living room area of the house, everyone looks at him. The air around him, suddenly feeling very heavy. And a long silence sets in.

"So..." the one with the very short curly black hair, Token, starts, "now that we're all here, are you going to tell us what happened back there?"

Craig pauses for a moment then walks closer to the center of the room, "Right..." he sighs, knowing just how hard this was going to be for them to hear.

When he finishes explaining everything a short while later, there's another very long silence. The air was thick with mixed feelings and emotions from them all.

"I see..." Stan says, finally breaking the silence.

"Well, he knew the dangers going in there," Dot sighs and lifts a hand up, covering her face while shaking her head a bit, "goddammit, I told him he'd get himself killed somehow."

"None of us knew how this was going to turn out. We can't predict the future," Stan tells her.

"Whatever..." Dot says and looks back down at the small laptop she has opened, going back to typing something.

Stan looks at everyone else, "We need to plan what to do next. We can't stay here for much longer, I'm sure that they are already out looking for us."

"I'm already way a head of you guys," Dot says, still typing away, "there's a small town to the north of here, that should be a good place to go. It's pretty far away from any big cities, so we should be safe there from most cameras and such."

"Oh, okay cool," Stan says.

"It's quite a walk to get there though," Dot adds.

"How far?" Clyde asks.

"About twenty miles," Dot answers.

"Dang," Token says.

"Yup, so we better start packing up now so we can get a move on. We'll use the cover of dark to our advantage, while we still can," Dot says.

"Alright," Stan nods.

"But what about Kenny?" Clyde asks, "He's not exactly in walking condition."

"He can regenerate limbs, he just needs some time to heal," Craig says.

"Oh right, the regeneration thing you mentioned before..." Clyde trails off.

"Well he better start regenerating fast, because we can't stay here much longer," Dot tells Craig, and he scowls somewhat at her, "anyways, everybody start packing what you need so we can be ready to go."

With that, everyone goes about packing any supplies that may be left lying around. Craig walks over to an old table that has a small set of water bottles placed on it and grabs one. He was concerned about Kenny, and just how fast how could regenerate. He knew that Kenny wasn't in any condition to walk, but even so, if Kenny couldn't walk when they needed to go, he would just carry him until he could again. Because there was no way in hell, that he would ever leave him again. The water bottle in Craig's hand makes a slight sound as his hand unconsciously squeezes it.

"Hey Clyde," Token says, "where is that small knife?"

"Huh?" Clyde responds a bit confused.

"You know, the small knife we use to open up cans and stuff," Token explains, holding up a small can in his hand.

"Oh!" Clyde exclaims recalling it, "Uh, I think I left it on the nightstand in the room Kenny's in," he tells Token, and Craig immediately looks at over at them.

"Why is it there?" Token asks arching a brow.

"We needed to remove the wet jacket that was on Kenny, so he wouldn't get sick or something. But the zipper was stuck, so I used the knife to tear it open," Clyde explains.

Suddenly the water bottle in Craig's hand is falling to the floor, when it makes contact with it, everyone looks over at him. But he doesn't care about that, he's too busy rushing out of the room by this point and heading down the hall.

"Shit, shit, shit!" Craig swears to himself as he rushes back to Kenny's room.

When he reaches the room's door, his hand hesitates for a moment, hovering over the doorknob. A part of him being afraid of the thought at the back of his mind being right. But he tries to ignore the thought and opens the door. However, when his gaze lands on the bed he freezes instantly. There on the bed, is Kenny with the small knife in his throat.

"K-Kenny?" Craig says quietly as he approaches the bed.

He stares at the other's now completely motionless body. And a dread starts to quickly form in him. He reaches a shaky hand around the small knife handle and pulls it out. He stares at it and a feeling of surrealness takes over. He didn't want to believe the blood on the dagger or Kenny's throat was real, that none of this was all real.

"Hey, open your eyes," Craig says quietly. "H-Hey come on, this isn't funny," he didn't want to believe it, "open your eyes god dammit!" and he can't help it, an awful stinging feeling makes it's self known in his eyes, "You can't do this to me!" he kneels down onto the floor, "I just got you back," and buries his face into the sheets, "you can't do this..."

Something catches the corner of his vision and he looks up at it. A faint glow starts to appear around Kenny's body. He stares at the strange light before him, confused. He then notices the wound on Kenny's throat from the knife starts to gradually close up. He stares at it a bit longer, and remembers Kenny's words to him about how he needed to die in order to regenerate the fastest.

This had been the first time he had ever seen Kenny's regenerative power actually happen right in front of him. Before that, he had only been told about it when they were kids, so he could only go based off of his word. But now that he was seeing it, seeing how the wounds all over his body began to slowly close and heal up, a wave of relief washes over him. He lies his head down and closes his eyes. Suddenly feeling very tired.

…

Craig finds himself walking in a dark place. He comes to a stop and looks around. When he looks down, something catches his eye from above him and he looks back up. There Kenny is floating in the air in front of him. He's young again, a kid, and wearing the clothes from when they were in that room together.

"Kenny!" Craig shouts. The other boy looks up at him and smiles a bit. Craig quickly reaches out to him, "Ken-" he stops when he realizes that he's also a kid again, and is wearing the same clothes from before too.

Then the ground beneath him starts to turn a deep red. He looks back up at Kenny who smiles even bigger now, and small cuts start to appear around his mouth from it.

"Kenny!" Craig shouts again, and goes to run towards him, but the ground beneath him gives way and he begins to sink, "Kenny!" he continues to try and reach him, but he can't, "Kenny!" he does all he can but the other boy only smiles more wider and more cuts appear on his face because of it. Slowly they all spread across his body, splitting open the surface of his flesh and causing trickles of blood to stream down as they do so. And Craig can't do anything to stop it as the bloody ground beneath him gradually keeps consuming him whole, "Ken-" he gets cuts off when the blood goes over his head.

He feels the thick red liquid enter into his mouth, eyes and nose, surrounding and swallowing him whole. He struggles to breathe, but he can't because there's so much. So much that he's drowning in it all. And he wonders why there's so much of it and where it all came from. As he begins to lose consciousness a small thought pops up in the back of his mind, one telling him that it's Kenny's. His eyes close after that and he feels himself drifting deeper and deeper into the bloody abyss.

…

Craig's eyes shoot wide open as he gasps for air. He sits up fast, and takes in deep breaths.

"You're awake," a voice says.

When Craig looks over at the bed, he sees Kenny sitting up in it, long blond hair now covering most of his face, "Kenny?" he says, still calming down from the dream he had. He takes note however, of all of the scars, cuts and stitching being gone. "You're all healed up..." and it's then does he notice that Kenny's arm is back and he figures that his legs are probably back as well under the sheets.

"Yeah," Kenny responds.

Craig's expression shows a brief moment of relief before quickly changing to anger, "When I saw you lying here, dead, do you have any idea how that made me feel seeing you like that?!"

Kenny's face doesn't change and remains as stoic as it was before,"I can't die though, I told you that before-"

"It doesn't matter!" Craig shouts cutting him off, "Seeing you like that... was awful," the faint outlines of pain start to emerge in his features.

Kenny's eyes looks away, "Sorry, I was hoping you wouldn't come in and see that."

Craig glances down at the bloody knife on the sheets next to his hand, "But..." he says calmly, "I'm glad you're all healed up now," and he looks back up at him, "I just hope, I never have to see you like that again," Kenny doesn't reply to that and Craig examines him, trying to see if he would show anything, but the long hair was making that hard to do so. "Your hair grew out too?" he wonders out loud.

"Yes, it seems to grow whenever I regenerate. Usually I find the more I need to regenerate or heal, the longer it gets," Kenny explains.

Craig stares at it, and thinks back to how bad of a shape Kenny was in before. Realizing how much he probably needed to regenerate in order for it to have grown out so much. A small frown crosses his face at the thought of that.

"Why..." Kenny says, causing Craig to break away from his thoughts, "did you come back for me?"

Craig's eyes widen at the question, "Are you serious?" a look of disbelief crosses his face, "Are you seriously asking me that? Do you not understand, how important you are to me?" and he can't help but feel a tinge of pain in his chest, "Of course I'd go back for you..." he trails off.

Kenny silently watches him, and Craig can't help but look off elsewhere.

"What happened?" Kenny asks.

"Huh?" Craig says confused.

"All the time that has passed by, what have you been up to?" Kenny adds.

"Oh, um..."

Just as Craig is about to answer him, there's a knock on the door. It opens a second later and Stan is there.

"Hey, everyone is ready to go. Just letting you know," Stan says.

He spots Kenny and looks surprised at first, from what Craig guesses is because he's all healed up, then smiles a bit at him and leaves closing the door.

Craig looks back at Kenny, "I'll tell you about it later."

Kenny looks down for a moment, then lifts up the sheet over him and gets out of the bed. He stands up facing towards Craig, whose eyes can't help but be drawn to the thick appendage that is hanging almost four feet away from his face now. He probably stares at it longer than he should, because when he glances up at Kenny, he is looking down at him. Craig hurriedly looks away and gets up.

"R-Right- clothes!" Craig says quickly and turns, walking over to a black duffle bag on the floor. He unzips it and searches through it until he finds a pullover sweater, some jogging pants and a pair of running shoes. He places them on the dresser, "Here, some clothes for you to wear. I'll uh, wait outside the room until you're dressed."

With that, Craig exits the room, his hand still lingering on the doorknob even after it's shut. He briefly thinks of how everything did really seem to regenerate after all. He let's go of the knob when the faint burning in his cheeks starts to die down more and moves to wait across the hall.

Around five to ten minutes later, the door opens and Kenny walks out dressed, and Craig wonders if the clothes will be enough to keep him warm or not. He was only able to gather those clothes for him, because it was all that they had with them for now. But he figured that it was still better than nothing.

"You're done," Craig says and walks past him into the room, "alright, I'm just going to pack up the sheets and stuff, and then we can go and join the others."

…

Meanwhile in the main living room area of the house, the rest of the group waits.

"Where is he?" Dot says impatiently.

"I'm sure he's on his way. He's probably just finishing up packing," Stan says.

"You did tell him that we're all ready to go right? And how urgent the situation is right?" Dot asks.

"I told him we're all ready to go," Stan replies.

"Ugh, what is taking him so long?" Dot asks annoyed.

Not even a second later, Craig comes around the hall corner, entering into the living area with everyone else, wearing a backpack on his back and holding the duffle bag in his hand.

"Finally," dot says, "what was taking you so lo-"

Dot stops when she sees Kenny come around the corner. The whole room goes quiet as they all stare at him, both stunned and surprised.

"His limbs are back..." Token says.

"Holy shit," Clyde says still stunned, "They actually grew back! I mean, I had my doubts a bit but, they actually grew back!" he points then, "He even has hair now!"

Everyone continues to stare at him amazed by the fact that he was fully healed and standing right before them. Stan though, smiles a bit having already known about this and also somewhat because of the others reactions to it.

Craig starts to feel a bit awkward just standing there and coughs, "We're ready to go," he says.

"Oh, right," Dot says snapping out of it, "let's get going then, now that we're all here," and she starts walking out of the room, "move out!"

As the others start leaving the room, following Dot's lead, they still stare somewhat amazed at Kenny and his current appearance now. When Stan passes by though, he smiles at Kenny again and Kenny watches him go by.

As everyone steps back out into the darkness once again, they take out their flashlights. Craig looks back at the house's front door as Kenny exits through it. Him being the last one to leave the old building. He walks down the front steps and stops when he reaches the grass, closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath.

"Kenny?" Craig asks.

Kenny opens his eyes, "It's been so long..." he says, "so long since I've breathed air from the outside like this that I've almost forgotten it. Forgotten what this feels like," his expression stays stoic, but Craig can sense there's a sadness hidden behind those words somewhere.

He feels a tinge of pain in his chest, knowing what the other had meant by that. Kenny hadn't been outside for years, he had been most likely locked up in that room Craig found him in for all that time. This was probably the first time in such a long time that Kenny was able to walk around free of his own will outside. Craig also knew that because of that place, Kenny was so different now, and he couldn't help but feel a bit angry at himself as thoughts and memories rise in the back of his mind. He looks at Kenny, then pulls the duffle bag in his hand over his shoulder and extends his hand to him.

"Come on, let's go," Craig says softly.

Kenny looks at his hand for a few moments then slowly puts his own hand into Craig's and stands next to him. Craig smiles faintly as a nostalgic feeling comes back, then looks forward and shines the flashlight he's holding in his other hand in front of them. The two of them gradually make their way over to the moving group and join back up with them, as they head deeper into the woods.