Cartman's POV

I waited in my room nervously, I had to think of a way to do this. Maybe if I just narrowly slip the topic into discussion. I'll start off by pretending to be interested in his girlfriend's pursuit to do something in business and then just tell him. It's definitely useful that he brought his girlfriend, it might help him through some of this.

"Honey, your friend Kenny is here…" Mum said from across the hallway. It was time to tell him.

"You know, no matter what… you will always be my best friend…" I lamely said to Kenny, we were sitting in my warehouse. I had decided to get Butters to clean it up a little because Stan and Kyle would be coming soon as well. It was going to be the last time the four of us will be in this abandon warehouse together. Possibly the last time ever.

"You will always been my best friend too," Kenny lamely says.

"Oh well, after your gone you know what I'm going to do?"

"What?" He asked in curiosity.

"I'm going to do up this warehouse and start up a business in it, I will make a spray that makes poor people rich," I say with a laugh, it wasn't that funny. He starts laughing too, that joke was just a scapegoat and I think he knew that.

"Well it would be much faster than winning the lottery," He said with a smile.

"Yeah but much more expensive… oh wait, I guess that wouldn't work… poor people can't buy my spray, they got no money." I said thinking about it more deeply.

"Yeah but what if the rich people brought it too help out the poor people?" Kenny asked.

"Well, no one is that nice but I guess the government would buy some, after all they waste so much money in social benefits, they could easily wipe out poverty by using tax payers money to purchase Cartman's Anti-Poor Spray," I say the four words in a special, advertising way that makes Kenny laugh.

It was always good to hear his childish laughter, I wish that I could hear it again and again. But after tonight, I won't hear it ever again. If Kenny comes back to South Park, he will be a lot older. By the time he returns, if he remembers us, he would have changed, changed a lot.

"Hey Ken and Ayla," I say merrily as I walk into the living room. Mum had already started making snacks for them, as she always does when a visitor arrives.

"Hey, why didn't you tell me Stan has moved away?" Kenny asks as I take a sit next to my best friend. After all these years, I would still say he is the best friend that I ever did have. But what would he be like now? Would he be the same?

"Yeah, he moved uhh into your old neighbourhood, I don't know exactly where." Kenny looked at me stunned. I didn't want to start off like this, now I have no way of hiding by Ayla's business talks and questions, no way of hiding by the scapegoat of conversation like last time.

"What happened?" He asked me.

"Well it a year after you left, Mr Marsh's liver was damaged from all the intensive drinking he had done. He was told to give up or it would kill him. He died after the withdrawal from alcohol cause serve depression. He ended up… well hanging himself,"

"Wow…." Ayla said shocked.

"After that, the Marsh family changed… Shelly had to drop out of her course and start working with her mother to keep the family alive. They couldn't afford to keep the house they were living in, so they brought a much cheaper house. I tried contacting Stan in the early days, but he became so distant, so locked up… I couldn't do anything." I admit honestly.

"So where is he now?" Kenny asked.

"He… I don't know to be honest, I haven't talked to him in so long, he has bothered to keep in contact with me and I don't even know where he lives." I say.

"Dude, its no use… he just isn't responding." Kyle said., I know that it must be hard for Stan… after he discovered his father's body dangling from the kitchen fan but he had to learn to deal with it later. We left Stan in his room, trapped in his home… would he ever feel the warmth the sun once gave him. This cold breeze that was unique in South Park, would he ever feel that again?

"Damn it, first Kenny leaves, now Stan… I only got you left Jew." I say annoyed but Kyle doesn't take any notice.

"Stan will fight through it, I know he will…" Kyle says optimistically.

"I know you want to believe it, but it's been months… he hasn't become better, if anything… he has become worse… even with the medication." I say to him.

"But… he can't dwell on it forever can he?" Kyle asked.

"He might… either way, he isn't going to be the same Stan… ever again."

"What about that other boy… uhh the Jewish one?" Ayla asked.

"Kyle?" I said grinning a little.

"Yeah, what happened to Kyle?" Kenny asked firmly.

"Well, you know how Kyle and I weren't always the best of friends, without you and Stan around… well it was a doomed friendship." I say remembering the bad old days.

"Well, I got to find them again… both of them, they were… once my best friends… we were all best friends." Kenny says. That was such a long time ago… so, so long ago.