"Week 9 of 52:
Eric should be out of training now. 63 days down, 302 to go. I can't stand this! It's awful! Thinking about Eric has really taken a toll on me. I haven't shaved in days, and I've been drinking a bit more than usual. I still cry myself to sleep every night. It's been that way for 9 weeks and it's not changing any time soon.
Happy birthday Eric."
Kyle was writing in his journal. He had nothing better to do. Like, at all. Today was Eric's birthday, and Kyle was missing him more than any other day. Eric was turning 31.
Kyle looked on the internet to see if there was any way to contact Eric. He could call, but it would be expensive. Kyle decided it was worth it.
"Phone call, Cartman," Kenny said. It was personal time, so Kyle could call.
"Hello?" Eric said.
"Happy birthday, Eric! Oh my god, it's so good to hear your voice again!" Kyle said happily.
"Why didn't you call me before, Kyle?" Eric asked.
"Have you seen the prices? I'm going to bankrupt myself!" Kyle joked.
"I always knew you liked money, you dirty Jewish rat," Eric teased.
"Hold on, Russell wants to say hi," Kyle said.
"Daddy!" Russell yelled joyfully.
"Hey, bud!" Eric said.
"I miss you daddy," he said.
"I miss you too, kiddo. I'll be back before you know it, okay?" Eric told him.
"Okay, daddy. I love you," Russell said.
"I love you too, Russell," Eric said.
"Well, Eric, I'd better go. If I stay on much longer I'll go broke!" Kyle told him.
"Okay. I love you, Kyle," Eric said.
"I love you too," Kyle replied.
Eric looked over to Kenny. He was sobbing, his face in his palms.
"That was beautiful, Eric," he said.