Chapter 6

-He's Real.

Stan walked down the ruddy street, holding his coat to his sides to keep against the wind. It was abnormally cold outside, even though it was the middle on May. He sighed, the streets had gotten so trashy in South Park since he had lived there. It was really depressing. He passed a few hobos, then looked straight ahead. He knew where he needed to go.

As he turned toward the mental hospital for the second time that day, he felt a very cold but strong wind pushing him on, telling him not to go there. But he knew he needed to. He walked up toward Sheila's room, hoping she wouldnt be morphinised when he got there. Thank God she wasnt.

Sheila would be easier to talk to than Ike, she was always happy, no matter what was going on. Death could be looking her in the face and she would ask him how he was doing.

"Well hello," She paused. "Stan was it? You were hear just a few hours ago, if my clock is correct....." She looked up towards the clock.

"Yeah," He sighed, "I need to ask a few things about Kyle."

"Oh yes, Kyle, I was just waiting for him. Its almost three o'clock, just about the time he comes around."

"Every day?"

"Yes."

"Has he been doing this for long?" He asked.

"No, just for the past week. He says he's visiting town, seeing a few old friends."

"Really." Stan leaned back and thought for a moment. So far, as far as he knew, Kyle had visited him and Sheila. Had he visited anyone else?

"Has he, explained why he was here?"

"No, but I havent really asked."

"Sheila, you do realise Kyle has been dead for nine years?"

"Oh thats silly! He cant be dead! He's standing behind you right now!"