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Epilogue. (sp?)

"Every time we lie awake,

After every hit we take,

Every feeling that I get,

But I still dont miss you yet.

Only when I stop and think about it.

I hate everything about you."

- 3 Days Grace

As you may have guessed, this all happened quite some time ago. Cartman fully recovered, then became a lawyer at age 23. Kimmy recieved her PHD, and became a well-equipped mental sichiatrist, while Stan majored in acting, and became a well known soap opera star. The three arent very close now, but they visit each other from time to time.

Kimmy sat quietly at her desk, the soft music from an AM radio playing behind her. She looked over a file her nurse had given her, and braced herself for her knew patient. She turned off the radio and breathed deeply. She had wished that something like this would never happen.

Stan walked silently into her office wearing a ball cap, covering most of his hair.He was accompanied by one nurse. He sat down on the chair in front of her desk, but said nothing. Kimmy almost felt as if this was just another meeting with him, as if he was here just to talk about old times, and whats been going on in their lives presently. But he wasnt, and she knew better than to feel that way.

"So tell me, Mr. Marsh, why are you here?"

He looked up at her with hurt eyes. "Dont give me that crap Kimmy, you know exactly why I'm here."

She held up her hand, silencing him. "If you wish for me to call you by your first name, thats fine. But dont call me Kimmy anymore, I'm not a little girl. Its just Kim now."

There was an odd silence. "And yes, I do know why you're here." She said.

He looked up at her, eyes brightening. "So you believe me? You have to, you know its true!"

Yes, she did believe him, but for her careers sake, she couldnt admit it. Sichiatrists had a code word for people who made claims like his, and she had wished she would never have to call her best friend by it.

"Schizophrenics."

"What did you call me?"

"I'm sorry, but I cant believe your claim Stan. Possesion, its just not possible."

He was angry now, she could tell. "Bullshit, you know ghosts exist, you know that. Dont give me this now, I thought you were the one I could turn to, you cant do this to me."

"I'm sorry Stanley, but I cant-"

"Please! I know you can do this, you have to help me! HE JUST WONT DIE!"

She turned her gaze away from him, tears welling in her eyes. "Kyle is gone Stan. We put him to rest, remember? His business is finished."

"No, you dont understand. His business cant be finished, its impossible. Forever is forever. Even after I die."

Kim reached up and brushed the tears away, before they could start to flow. She didnt want anyone to see her cry. She believed him though. Kim slowly got up from her desk and walked over to him. She placed a hand on his shoulder, but he turned away. Then she noticed something.

"Stan, look at me."

He slowly, reluctantly turned to her, and they stared into each others eyes. That was what was wrong with him, his eyes.

He had one blue eye, one green.

She breathed deeply, shivering. "Take off your hat." She said.

He slowly reached up, and took it off. His hair was messy, a little spiky. Normally his hair was jet black, but now it was streaked with bright red.

"Dont you see?" He said, fear in his voice. "He cant die....."

Kimmy didnt stop the tears this time, because all the memories, all the ones she tried to forget were coming back. The horrible smile, the insane look in her once best friends eyes, and all too strong grip as it tightened around her neck.

The End.