POV Kyle
I almost drift through the hallways we can access. Cartman, on the other hand, stamps. He has no sense of quiet or gentle. If the floor caves in, I'll blame him. Something flickers past me and I almost stop.

Almost.

But I don't. I can't. He'll think I'm nuts, and that'll be bad for me. Not this his opinion matters but the fatass strangly can rally the town against me easy.

My biggest problem is I know I'm not the only one. Ike sees them. Just like me. How they lurch and linger and stumble forward. How they groan and gurble and ramble in pain. Never physical pain. Always emotional. Sobbing for lost ones, sobbing over their mistakes, sobbing over themselves.

The dead just can't shut up.

I hear them. Ike is deaf to thier words. I'm glad of it.

"You gonna talk, jew?"

"I honistly don't feel like talkin Cartm-"

I freeze, staring at the wandering soul of BeBe.

"Hello? Earth to jew... Commin Jew? EARTH TO JEW!? OI JEW!...Kahl?"

"B-Bebe's...dead"

"What? You must be crazy, I don see nuthin'"

"O of cause you don't. You never do" I turn and start running back. I need to get back to Kenny. Fast. The fat ass bolts after, screaming my name as he pants out his breath. I skid, slipping on damp and find my self hurtling to the ground. I wait for the inpact -

- to find a meaty hand holding me off the ground.

"Dammit Kahl, if you die who amma gonna tourment?" I stare in disbelief at the worry on his face, trying to work out why he suddenly cares. "Kahl... you saw her, didn't you?" I slowly nod, and he pulls mr from my awkward position to my feet. " I would make fun o ya Kahl but... Your face. I can tell you ain't lyin. Let's go find Stain and Weindy. Kenneh has Tweek an Budders to look af'er him."

I nod slowly, feeling oddly comfoted by Cartman's presence for the first time. This is a strange side to him I've never seen before, maybe no one's seen it till now.

"Oh an, Kahl? I never acted like this, got it?"

"Alright. But... why are you such a dick to us all"

"...people would hurt me if they knew I care." I nod, respecting his reasons but not his actions. This doesn't justify. But it explains. A bit.

I keep staring at my feet, trying to avoid Bebe's ghost. It's taken to following us. She keeps gurgling at me, almost like a sick giggle. As always, she's staring at my ass. No matter who she's with, my ass is always in her attention. As my patience wears thinner and thinner, my left eye starts twitching.

"Kahl, what wrong? Your eye is twitching"

"Even though she's dead she's still obsessed with my arse."

"She touchi-"

"Staring and giggling." After a few more of those gurgled laughs I grab a vase and throw it at her. I sigh as she dissapears.

Cartman just stares. We continue.