Wendy started her vacation period that day. That goodness. She needed some time to rest. She felt like some kind of mental fog taking control of her brain, making it difficult to focus on anything and stealing all her energy. Her mother insisted until she went to see a doctor. Of course, he determined that there was nothing wrong with her, the accident had not left any sequels. It had to be stress. She let her parents take their own conclusions about the origin of said stress—she had an idea of what it could be. Her secret. And something else with a name and a surname, of which she didn't want to even think about.

There was something that helped dealing with it. Gregory. Her lovely boyfriend Gregory. When she needed to talk, he talk; if she needed time on her own, he was distant. His arms were warm, something not that pleasant with the heat of the summer but the best, most secure place in the world to be. And his kisses, how he covered her face with kisses!

"You know you can tell me what is worrying you...If you don't want my opinion, I won't say a thing and I will be all ears, nothing else. I love you, Wendy."

"I know...But..."

How could he understand? What was happening to her was so incredible...But it was Gregory, after all. The one who directed a revolution when he was just eight years old. A very cultivated and wise young man, who attended one of the best universities in America. She would show him she was not joking. She would answer all his questions. She loved him and he loved her.

"There is indeed something you should know..."

She turned around so that he could see her face.

Gregory's phone vibrated inside the pocket in his chest.

"Read it."

"Later, now I am talking to you."

"No. Really. Read it."

Gregory obeyed. After doing so, he turned his eyes to Wendy.

"...What is the meaning of this?"

The big question. Wendy took deep breath, as if she was going to jump in a pool. She told him. She told him everything from the beginning, since the night when a seemingly innoffensive fair ride almost killed her. She made sure she didn't leave any detail out. Her voice was trembling, she made a lot of pauses, but she told him everything.

When she finally closed her mouth, she felt as if she had gotten rid of a very heavy burden. She didn't dare to look at Gregory during the first minute. She looked away to her lap, where her clasped fingers rested. Gregory was quiet, still.

"Wendy. Wendy, look at me."

Wendy turned her head back to him. Gregory was looking at her with a soft expression, caressing her cheeks with his thumb.

"You don't need to be scared. This is extraordinary, but I swear on my life that I will take the secret to my grave. I will never let anything bad happen to you or your friends."

"So...I don't freak you out?"

"I am surprised, as natural, but...that is all. I know you, Wendy. I know you are a well-ballanced woman who would never harm anybody in her life."

"Well, I don't know how I'd be able to hurt someone with this."

Gregory kissed her. "Trust me, dear."

"I trust you." Wendy smiled. "And I am so thankful for it."

She already knew, but that reaction confirmed it: she had been blessed having him as a boyfriend. Only someone as reasonable as he was could have reacted with such calm. How she loved him...And he had proved that he loved her as well. Fear was replaced by the feeling that she had everything she could ever ask for.

"Wendy." Gregory broke the idyllic atmosphere minutes later, pushing her away very gently. "I'm sorry, but I have to go for a second. I have to go to the grocery."

"Screw the grocery. Stay..." Wendy whispered, grabbing his wrist to attract him to her and kiss him in the lips.

"Don't you want to eat tonight?"

"We can call City Wok, come ooon..."

"We have been eating from that restaurant two days in a row. Come on, I want to cook you my family's specialty."

"What is it?"

"You won't find out unless you let me go."

"A little clue, at least?"

"Vanilla." Gregory whispered.

"Well, alright, I'll let you go." Wendy let him go and stayed there, lying on the carpet, smiling at him playfully. "But come back soon."

"I will. I'm taking the car."

Gregory went to his bedroom to change his clothes and left. Wendy stayed in the living room, reading the latest history magazines, although she was still thinking about Gregory's reaction. 'Careful', Red had told her once, 'No man is that perfect', she had said. Where she was from, that had a name: jealousy. There was one, and she had caught him.

Sighing, Wendy got up and was about to go to the kitchen to get some soda when she noticed something on the little coffee table. Gregory's wallet and the keys of his car. She smiled. So he had decided to go there by foot. Okay, but how did he intend to pay at the grocery store? Well, that gave her the chance to show him his powers. She closed her eyes and focused. Gregory's phone. Where was he? Her body turned unintentionally, showing her the way. Oh, he was not very far. He hadn't arrived to the store yet, he was at the playground. She could give him the wallet personally, and grab a few things she had forgotten to ask him to buy.

Wendy left the house and walked to his encounter. Funny, he didn't move from there. What was he doing? Riding on a rocking horse?

When she arrived, she found him sat on a bench near the basketball court. He was obviously lying about his intention of going to the store and coming back soon—he wasn't in a hurry absolutely. Before she catch his attention, she saw that someone came to his encounter. Someone Gregory seemed to have been waiting for.

That someone was Timmy. Wendy stopped. She...completely ignored that Gregory and Timmy knew each other. Timmy moved to South Park after the war against Canada, when Gregory left the school. Perhaps they met outside of class, somewhere.

It was still strange. They didn't seem to be pleased to see each other. After the greeting, Gregory did not look at Timmy's face. And she had never seen Timmy so serious.

She hid behind the toilets. What she was about to do was wrong, but she was intrigued. There was something happening there. She activated a call in Gregory's phone, which he placed in his chest pocket, and the speaker.

"Did he? I don't know he could make himself invisible. Why didn't you tell me that, Timothy? Did I tell you never to hide any piece of information from me?"

"..."

"I have the unpleasant feeling that you want to deceive me...And you know what will happen if you play tricks on me."

"..."

"That's what I thought. I really hope he does not cause us trouble."

"..."

"Good. Listen, our plan to kidnap Bebe failed. We got to attack her once, twice, but she wasn't willing to go through that thrice. Obviously. I guess we can leave her alone for a while, until she lets down her guard. I have been thinking that this time we can takle that teenager...Tricia Tucker."

"..."

"I know she is Craig's younger sister. That would make everything more interesting, don't you think?"

"..."

"My dear friend, I am not asking you your opinion. I am telling you. It seems Tricia is a sleepwalker...Imagine what would happen if tonight she left her home and someone dangerous found her, unaware, unprotected...Imagine if she was dragged to the crab people's nest."

"..."

"Calm down, Timothy, you know nothing bad is going to happen to her...Well, it all depends on your friends' skills. All you have to do is send them a warning. Sometimes you worry too much."

Wendy felt as if time had passed in a matter of seconds and she was in the most crude part of winter. Shivers went down her spine. She...She couldn't believe what she was hearing.

She peeped around the corner. She had to see it. She needed to see it because she couldn't believe it.

Timmy's eyes turned.

["Wendy."]

Wendy was too startled to move. Timmy had caught her.

["Run away, Wendy. Tell the others what you heard."]

But she didn't. Not in time. Gregory finally looked at Timmy to the eyes.

"...Is there someone around, Timothy? Something I should know?"

"Timmy." Timmy replied, looking away.

"Telepathic, please. You know I can't understand you."

"..."

"There is someone here, right? Someone who shouldn't be here."

"..."

"You know what will happen if you betray me, Timothy. Let me repeat the question: is there someone around?"

Timmy closed his eyes. Wendy, who was at the gates of the playground, stopped. Her body had frozen completely, she couldn't move, she was left in that posture.

Suddenly, she found herself in front of Gregory and Timmy, unable to make her muscles respond. Facing her old classmate, who looked away painfully, suffering a few violent spasms, and her boyfriend. Those eyes which had been so full of love just a while ago.

"Wendy." Gregory stood up. He used again the sweet voice he addressed her with. "What are you doing here? Don't tell me you were too impatient to wait for me."

"Don't touch me, Gregory!" Wendy exclaimed.

"What's wrong, my dear? I just found Timothy here—we met a few months ago. He told me he was in your class at Elementary and we talked-"

"Swallow your lies, you bastard! Since when did you know all of this?! Why the fuck have you been doing this to Bebe?!"

Gregory's expression changed. A subtle change that made Wendy's heart beat faster.

He was no more the lovely boyfriend she was thanking God for.

"It is very rude to listen to people's conversations, Wendy...Now what should I have to do with you?"

"Timmy..." Timmy said.

"Shut up. Make her go back home. If you can leave her catatonic so that she won't cause trouble, it will be better."

["I am very sorry, Wendy..."]

Wendy gulped. Gregory was getting closer and closer, and Timmy was not going to help her.

"Stan...Stan, please, help m..." she muttered. But she did not get to finish the sentence. Everything went black to her. Timmy made her feet touch the ground and they started moving. Anyone who saw her would think there was no problem with her—perhaps that she was in a bad mood or absent-minded, because her face was as inexpressive as a corpse's.

Gregory saw her walk away and took a way to arrange his shirt.

"Stan..." he wrinkled his nose.

After a second of thought, he turned towards Timmy.

"Did she send a message to Stan?"

["...It seems so. Stan is reading it right now."]

"Alright. It's fine. Send him a distraction while I take care of Wendy. Did you understand? I don't want him to see her. Send him something big, unavoidable and unfair...Wait. I know what you can send him...Send him his own friends."

So he followed his girlfriend.

Timmy, alone, felt like crying. He didn't want to do this. Anything but that. But he had no choice.

He pressed his index finger against his temple.

Token was cooking dinner. Tweek cleaned a few cups of coffee. Scott was about to touch the doorknob of his bedroom. Craig was listening to music. Clyde had just stepped inside Raisins. Jimmy was just sitting on his bed, waiting for instructions. They were all teleported in front of Timmy.

"Eh?!" Clyde looked around. That was not Raisins and those were not the girls.

"What the fuck?!" Tweek exclaimed.

The only one who didn't react was Jimmy. The rest of them were soon deprived of all surprise.