Midnight...

The South Park kids went to sleep, but Thomas remained awake. He didn't want to have another traumatic nightmare. It's been happening for a while now. He didn't know why. It was rough for him and his family. He just stared at the ceiling with headphones on.

God, I don't wanna sleep... He thought. I just don't... I can't have another nightmare... He understands that dreams are a part of life, but he just doesn't wanna dream about his trauma. Every dream, he sees a teddy bear. A poorly drawn teddy bear who taunts him every chance it gets. He didn't know what that bear was or why he was dreaming about that specifically. It was tearing his sanity apart. Not wanting to fall asleep, he got up from bed, and went out the door, closing it gently, and took a walk through the quiet empty hallway listening to music with headphones on. Christ... He thought in distress. What am I doing with my life...? He suddenly saw two teddy bears standing from across the hallway. No pots of beans this time. "What the fuck...?!" He uttered in horror.

"Come and play with us, Tommy....." The teddy bears said. "Come and play with us.... Forever and ever....."

"What is this, some Shining parody shit?!" Thomas cried out loud. He rubbed his eyes and looked again and the teddy bears were gone. What the hell was that?!? He thought in horror, as he continued his walk.

He sat at a table in the hotel's restaurant drinking a cold bottle of beer.

"Excuse me, sir?" The hotel manager said, walking up to Thomas. "You have to pay for that, you know."

"I'll pay for this shit tomorrow..." Thomas said drunkenly, getting up and walking away.

"Sir, you can't leave until you pa-"

"I can do whatever the fuck I want, I paid you a lot of money, fuckwad...!" Thomas growled.

Thomas walked back into the hotel room and collapsed on his bed. Then, he started to cry softly. "I fucked up...." He muttered quietly. "I really fucked up....." Then, he got up, grabbed his pillow, and dashed into the bathroom and scream into the pillow, "WHY DON'T YOU JUST COME BACK TO MEEEEEEE???!!!!" He collapsed to the ground and continued to cry softly. "Mom.... Dad..... Please come back.... I miss you..........." Then, he passed out.

The next morning...

Thomas slept on the bathroom ground as Eric poked his face with a stick. "Yep, he's definitely out cold." Eric said. "Can I have his wallet?"

"No, Cartman, you can't have his Goddamn wallet!" Kyle said, pulling him out by the ear.

"AHHH!!" Cartman yelped, as he was pulled away causing Thomas to slowly wake up.

"Good God, what happened...?" Thomas groaned. "Why is my head hurting? How did I get here...? Oh... Oh, GOD!!" He suddenly felt super nauseous. He puked in the toilet loudly. "BLAAAGH! OH, GOD!!" He yelled. "God.... Oh.. Oh, God..."

"You're all right." Stan said, walking in. "Come on, you need to lay down before we head out." Thomas slowly got up and went back to his bed and laid down tired and frustrated.

"Mmph mmmph mmmph, mmkm?" Kenny muttered.

"Huh??" Thomas groaned.

"We're gonna go get breakfast." Eric said. "We'll bring you something back before the trip."

"Okay." Thomas called out. "Order something healthy."

"Yeah, yeah." Eric groaned, as he and his "friends" left the hotel room. Thomas stared at the ceiling not moving a muscle.

I can't believe that just happened... He thought, embarrassed. Fuck, that really happened... I GOTTA stop drinking before bed. Or at all really...

Meanwhile...

The South Park kids ordered breakfast and sat at a booth across from each other. Eric sat next to Kenny and Kyle sat next to Stan.

"So, you guys ready for the undersea trip?" Stan asked the gang. "I'm assuming it'll be fun."

"Yeah, if your idea of 'fun' involves Kyle's bitch Mom sending us on a pointless ass mission to the sea..." Eric groaned.

"Go fuck your horny Mother, Cartman." Kyle growled. "My Mom is not a bitch!"

"And, for the record, this mission isn't pointless, you know, Cartman." Stan pointed out. "We're trying to find the Antrum reels so we can have it incinerated."

"But, what if we can't find it?" Eric asked. "What if it isn't actually there?? What if it's in Afghanistan or TOKYO for all we know??"

"Come on, dude, Kyle's Mom did a lot of research." Stan said. "Besides, you only mentioned Afghanistan cause you wanted to fuck around with Isis or the Al-Qaeda for that matter."

"What the hell is wrong with idolizing the Al-Qaeda??" Eric asked.

"Dude! They hate America and they're murderers!" Kyle snapped.

"Oh, and that's MY fault??" Eric asked like a smart alec.

"Your friend needs some serious discipline..." Thomas pointed out, suddenly appearing.

"Yeah, what else is new?" Kyle said. "Wait, Thomas?? I thought you were gonna lay down?"

"I couldn't get any rest cause three people next door were having a massive orgy party with a group of college kids." Thomas sighed. "Made it hard to concentrate on relaxing, so I came here."

"Wait, how did you know it was college kids involved with that and how did you know it was an orgy??" Kyle asked suspiciously.

"The door was cracked open and I was curious, okay??" Thomas snapped defensively. "Look, I'm just gonna join you guys cause what I saw was traumatic." He grabbed a chair and sat with the South Park kids.

"Did you join them?" Eric asked.

"Kid? I'm MARRIED." Thomas said in disgust. "And besides, sex is for only two MARRIED people. And why should I be telling you this?? You're still too young!"

"Believe me, dude. We've been exposed to a lot." Stan said. "There's a reason how we know where babies come fro-"

"OKAAAY, let's talk about something else!" Thomas said loudly, attempting to changing the subject. "You kids looking forward to heading to Bikini Bottom??"

"Bikini Bottom??" Kyle asked, curious. "That sounds like a strip club."

"Sign me up!" Eric said happily, causing Kyle to flip him off.

"Guys, I can promise you it's NOT a strip club." Thomas pointed out. "I did some research and apparently, it's an undersea town close by a palm tree island a couple hours away from the beach."

"Why're we going there??" Eric asked.

"Mmmph?" Kenny said, asking the same question.

"To ask the folks there if they know any directions to Antrum Island." Thomas said.

"You don't believe in mermaids." Stan said. "Yet you think fish can talk and give you directions?"

"And weren't you about to say to my Mom that fish don't talk??" Kyle asked.

"Don't get psychological on me, kids!" Thomas snapped defensively. "Come on, let's just eat breakfast before we head out. I ordered scrambled eggs for myself so go ahead and eat up."

"If you say so, dude." Stan said, as he and the kids continued eating.

...........Where are you, you stupid reels...?? Thomas thought. Where ARE you??