"PUT A SHIRT ON, KENNY'S FRIENDS ARE HERE!"

"WHY?! THIS IS MY HOUSE!"

"MINE TOO, AND I WANT YOU TO BE FUCKING DRESSED WHEN THE KIDS COME!"

"UGH, FUCK YOU!"

"NO, FUCK YOU!"

Mrs. McCormick opened the door with a beer can in her hand.

"Hi, boys, how are you?" she asked them with a tone of voice that could make one believe there were two Carols inside of the house.

"Uhm, hi, Mrs. McCormick." Stan raised a hand.

"We're okay." Kyle said.

"I'm glad to see you are out of the hospital." Carol affectionally touched Stan's chin. "I'm so glad."

When the three of them came into the house, she closed the door and her tone of voice changed again.

"STUART! LEAVE THE COUCH TO THE BOYS!"

"Don't worry about it, Mrs. McCormick." Kyle replied.

"We're going to stay in my room, mom." Kenny took his friends to his bedroom, although they already knew the way.

"WHY DO YOU GOT TO KICK ME OUT OF MY OWN COUCH?!"

If it wasn't for his parents' arguments the house would have been very silent. Karen was studying hard in order to get grades high enough to be grant-holding in college. Kevin used to go there just to eat and sleep, and only from time to time—he was in jail now. As for Kenny, he barely stayed at home, and when he was, he was pretty silent.

He closed the door and the four of them got comfortable, Cartman and Kenny lying on the bed and Stan and Kyle sitting on the carpet. They started eating the snacks they had bought a while ago. Kenny didn't seem worried about crumbs falling to the carpet or his sheets, he played to catch the snacks in the air.

"...I can't believe this..."

"What?" Cartman looked at Kyle.

He showed him his phone. Stan and Kenny approached to see.

It was a Youtube video, presented by no other than Kyle's brother, Ike.

"...He was having a good time and see what they did to him!"

The camera showed different shots of Kyle lying on an hospital bed, with his eyes closed, paying special attention to his burns, showing them with all their rawness. There were also some shots of him around the house, eating breakfast or about to have a shower, zooming on his scars and presenting him in those times of the day when he definitely looked like a zombie.

"A 11,000 volt shock is enough to kill a person. My brother and his friends were very lucky but the next victim may not be."

The video ended with a photograph of the owners of the ride in which the accident had occured.

"These people, Humbert and Penelope Johnson, are responsible for an accident that could have been fatal and permanent scars of twelve innocent people, including my brother. So, if you want to live, avoid them at all costs. Or if you want to kill yourselves, go ahead! Let's do justice! See you guys next week with new videos!"

"I'm killing him. I'm gonna kill him." Kyle put the phone down and looked at his friends. "Have you seen that? He took photos of me while I was unconscious! And in the fucking shower!"

"Pfft, you have Angry Birds underwear?" Cartman laughed and Kenny couldn't help giggling too.

"He didn't even tell me!" Kyle complained.

"Well, don't be mean to him, he clearly did it for you." Stan said. And he didn't say it out loud, but he hoped the kid was monetizing his videos, because that one had 15,345 views in two hours. That boycott would be nice.

"No, he did it for him, to get cheap views at my expense. That little bastard!"

"Relax, man, have a chip." Kenny waved a corn chip in front of Kyle's face.

"I don't wanna." Kyle muttered, putting his phone back to his pocket with anger.

"Nah, you know who's really screwing up? Your mom." Cartman said, turning around, making the bed creak, to look at Kyle with a malicious face.

"Cartman, don't start that again."

"Seriously, Kyle, you should consider my offer once again. They'll replace you with a blondie with big boobs one of these days, I won't, and the salary..."

"Cartman. I'm not in the mood for this."

"True that I'd pay you the minimum wage, but at least you'd have an income and you'd be able to tell your brother and your mom to go fuck themselves. Seriously, you should have-

"Cartman!"

What happened next was confusing.

There was a flash, and a scream. The room seemed to tremble. Cartman fell from the bed. Stan got up with a jump. Kenny held his hand, yelling—the chip, the fingers which were holding it and a good part of the hand were missing.

And Kyle was too shocked to move or say a thing.

There was a big hole on the wall in front of him, enough for a car to come in.

"BOYS, DON'T MAKE SO MUCH NOISE, WE'RE HAVING AN ARGUMENT HERE!" Stuart's voice was heard.

"Dude, what?!" Cartman got up and pointed at the big hole.

He turned to look at Kyle.

"What did you just do?!"

Kyle opened his mouth but he was unable to say anything.

"Holy shit, Kenny!" Stan ran to Kenny's side. His fingers were missing, and he was bleeding so much. "We have to go to an hospital!"

"Okay, and what do we tell them? That Kyle here desintegrated his fingers with his eye lasers? Is that what you will tell them?" Cartman frowned.

"Well, we'll have to do something!" Stan insisted.

"I...I..." Kyle babbled.

"What the fuck?! What the actual fuck?!" Cartman ran a hand through his hair.

"I don't...How did I do that? Oh, my God, Kenny..." Kyle wanted to approach but he didn't. He...He didn't understand what was happening. Did he do that? Did that ray come from his eyes?

Stan was feeling awful looking at Kenny's hand and at the hole in his room. He couldn't blame Kyle for that, because he was seeing his face so white, so confused. Of course he didn't do that on purpose—but that was still something surreal.

"Okay, okay, if we act casual Kenny's parents won't make any questions and we can go to the hospital and..." Cartman breathed deeply to calm himself down.

"Guys..."

"And the wall, well...Kyle...No, don't do anything. Stan, go find a canvas or a bunch of tires or something we can cover this wall with."

"Guys."

"My God, how...How did I..." Kyle was touching his face.

"Guys!"

Finally the three of them noticed that Kenny was talking to them. He was pointing at his hand with his head. Although they didn't want to look at that horrible amputation, he was insisting so much that they did.

It was indeed something worth seeing. The hand was growing back.

It started by a small piece of bone standing out. It was getting larger and larger, branched off, thickened. The flesh and skin followed closely, covering what could be now recognized as the palm of a hand. The bones and flesh kept growing in different directions, forming the fingers. Once the hand was recognizable, something grew as well, the nails. It was all as fast as a forward effect on a video, it barely took a few seconds.

In the end, Kenny raised his hand until it was at the level of his eyes. He moved the fingers. He could do it perfectly. There was no more pain.

Stan turned around and threw up on the carpet.

"What...the fuck..." Cartman did not even blink.

"K-Kenny? How..." Kyle, wide-eyed, touched his hand.

"...I don't know..." was all Kenny could say.

"You guys...What's the matter with you?" Stan looked at Kyle and Kenny alternatively getting evidently more and more nervous. He was as pale as a paper sheet.

"Stan, please, don't freak out...I...I don't know what's going on either..." Kyle murmured.

"You destroyed Kenny's room and his hands with laser eyes and he, he just restored his hand!" Cartman yelled.

"Sssh! Don't shout! Kenny's family's going to hear you!"

"Well, and what do you want me to do? Get Kenny's boob magazines and read them like nothing happened?"

"You never...?" Stan asked.

"Of course not! I'm not fucking Cyclops!" Kyle replied.

"Then?" Cartman asked.

"I...I don't know..."

There was an incoming call for Stan. He didn't even see who is was and responded.

"Uh, yeah?"

"Stan? It's Tweek..."

"Tweek, I can't, uhm, talk to you right now..."

"Please, it's important."

"This is not a good idea." Craig told his boyfriend, crossing his arms.

Tweek ignored him. "Uhm, remember the accident? Of course you remember...Uhm...Ah...You, Kyle and Stan please come to my shop tomorrow, okay? Something's happened."

"What do you mean? Tweek?" Stan he looked at his friends. "It's Tweek. He says something happened."

"Who cares? Something did happen here!" Cartman replied.

"That electrocution has done something to me and Timmy!"

"Tweek, what do you mean? Are you alright?"

"I'm not alright! I healed Timmy's hand and he, he's talking to Craig and me through telepathy!" Tweek shrieked.

"Hang up, we're dealing with something here, remember?!" Cartman said to Stan.

"Listen, Tweek, I don't know if you've had-"

"Give that to me." Craig snatched Tweek's phone. "Stan, this is Craig. Believe me, Tweek's telling the truth. There's some bizarre shit happening here."

"What? That Tweek healed Timmy and he's a telepath?" Stan asked. With those words, he attracted his friends' attention.

"Yeah, believe me, I thought he was crazy at first, but he's telling the truth. This is weird, and we think it has something to do with the accident at the fair."

"With the accident? Why?"

"Because we get elecrocuted and weeks later this happens, haven't you read a comic in your life? It figures! Tomorrow at Tweek Bros., 11 a.m." And with that said, Craig cut the communication.

"What...did he say about Tweek and Timmy?" Kyle asked.

"He says they've been doing supernatural stuff, like mind tricks and healings, I don't know."

"You think they're being serious?" Cartman asked.

"I guess so. I can't see Craig making a joke about it." Kyle answered.

"So...shall we go and see what this is about?" Stan asked.

"Yeah...Yeah, perhaps we're not the only ones who..."

Kyle didn't finish the sentence. He looked at the hole in Kenny's room. So did his friends.

"Shit, man, my room..." Kenny grumbled.

"And I told him: 'Nah, girl' and she..."

"...With extra cheese and pepperoni..."

"Why did you do this to me, bitch?!"

"...a submarine..."

Wendy's head was aching. Where did those voices come from? She felt as if she was in the middle of an airport, but she was just standing in front of the mirror of the bathroom, alone, away from the only two people in the house: Token and Scott.

And that was not all. When she closed her eyes, she saw messages, tweets, posts. All of them from blogs she had never read—no, there were some from profiles she followed, by celebrities, institutions, people he knew.

What was that? It was terrible. Why was she hearing and seeing those things? She hoped it would stop soon, it was driving her crazy.

Someone knocked at the door.

"Wendy? Are you alright? ...May I come in?"

"Yes."

Token opened the door to see Wendy pouring some water into her face.

"How do you feel? Is the valerian working?"

"I don't think so...It's so weird...I..."

"It's okay. Relax. If you want to stay here, you can. My parents will be away for the whole weekend. You can sleep in their room."

"Thank you, Token, but..."

"Come on. Something's happening and we have to...figure this out together."

Wendy nodded.

They left the bathroom and joined Scott in the living room. The television was off, but he was gazing at the screen as if he was watching something something very interesting.

"You okay, Scott?" Token asked.

"Not really...I...Come on, you can say it: I'm a freak." Scott replied.

"You're not a freak. Something's not right here. Diabetes doesn't do that to people. It never happened to you before."

"But I almost..."

"You didn't do anything." Wendy reassured him. "You were scared. Don't think about it."

Oh, that would be difficult.

"Tomorrow at Tweek Bros., 11 a.m"

"Huh?"

Scott and Token looked at Wendy.

"What's wrong?" Token asked.

"That was Craig's voice..."

"I...didn't hear him." Scott said.

"I did. Just like I'm hearing you."

"How?"

"I don't know, it's in my head, I..."

Token's cell phone rang. Craig.

"Huh...Yeah, Craig?"

"Token. I need you to find Wendy, Scott, Butters, Jimmy and Clyde. We have to meet and talk about something that's happened."

"What's wrong?"

"Tweek and Timmy..." Wendy muttered.

"Tweek and Timmy are doing weird stuff and we think it is related to what happened at the fair. You might be affected, so we'd better see."

"What kind of weird stuff? Like turning into big buys or hearing stuff? Or teleporting?"

"What? No, not that kind of stuff."

"Ah...Because that's what happened to us yesterday."

"What? You did?"

"What did he say?" Token heard Tweek's voice.

"...Okay. Okay. So they're not the only ones. In that case, we must meet. Tweek was not wrong: this is an epidemy. Tomorrow at Tweek Bros., 11 a.m. Got it?"

"Yeah."

"See you there."

Token turned to tell his partners but Wendy muttered:

"Tweek and Timmy have being doing incredible things too..."

"Yeah, that's what Craig says. He told me to-"

"Tell those who suffered the accident too."

"Did you hear that? I didn't." Scott said. The volume wasn't so loud, he didn't hear anything Craig was saying.

"Yes, I heard that very clearly." Wendy replied.

"That's...I don't know what to say." Token muttered.

"Me too. It's driving me crazy. You're right, Token. I can't go back home like this. They'll see something's wrong with me and start making questions and I won't know what to say and..."

"It's okay, stay here for tonight. We'll see tomorrow. Do you want to stay too, Scott?"

"Guess it'll be the best. I don't know if that...stuff will happen again..."

"Don't worry, we're here to help you. I'll call the others."

"Wait."

Wendy took a step forward.

"Let me try something."

"What?"

She could hear others' conversations but could she initiate one? Wendy closed her eyes and focused. How did she call Token? She wanted help, she asked for it. She thought of the boys. She had their faces in her head. Jimmy. Clyde. Butters. There they were.

[Something's happened to those who stepped into that ride. Something we cannot explain. Perhaps it happened to you too. Go to Tweek Bros. tomorrow at 11, a.m. We have to talk.]

"What?" Scott asked her.

Wendy slowly opened her eyes.

"...I don't know if that worked..."

A few moments later, there was an incoming call from Butters.

"Wendy? I got your text. What is happening exactly?"

"Oh! Uh, we're not very sure yet, but you'd better come. It is very important."

"Okay, I'll go. But, is it something bad?"

"I don't know, Butters. Please, come."

"Don't worry, I will. See you tomorrow."

"Butters is coming and...Oh!" There was a notification. It was Clyde. He was in. And he replied with just an 'OK'—something very short compared to the texts he used to send. And another one from Jimmy. 'Sure I'll be there. You guys won't believe what happened to me this morning.', he said.

"All of them are coming."

"Good. Let's see if we can clear this up. It sounds like a joke but I'm feeling a little scared here..." Token murmured.