I sit down in the dada classroom. Soon enough, Kenny comes in.

"Ken!" I yell.

I get up and hug him. He hugs me but is looking around the classroom at the same time.

"Come sit with me! Oh I'm so glad you're okay!" I say.

He nods and we go to sit down. He looks at the back and nods towards it. I nod and we change places to the back.

"Why didn't you want to sit in the front?" I ask.

The dada teacher walks in and Kenny slowly sinks under the table, as if to avoid him.

"Kenneth still hasn't come to class?" He asks.

"He's under the table," Cartman says.

I smile at Kenny, who, defeated, gets back up.

"Glad to see you with us now. I would like to give you the homework after class. The one from yesterday," the dada teacher says.

"Sir, I'm certain Wendy will give me it," Kenny says.

His voice is surprisingly quiet. It's scary for a boy with a loud voice when he does speak.

"I would presume so, considering we had no homework," Heidi says.

Most of the class starts laughing. Kenny nods along and takes something from his bag, as if ready.

"Kenny, I would really want to see you after class about that problem. You know, the one you told me to call homework," the dada professor says.

"I-I don't have a problem," Kenny says.

His voice is considerably harder to understand as it's quicker.

"Please Kenneth, I'll absolutely see you after class," the dada professor says.

Kenny shakes his head.

"He really doesn't want to go," Lizzy says.

Bebe nods.

"The cute one is right, Kenny doesn't seem keen on meeting with you," Bebe says.

Kenny is blankly staring at a page of the book, presumably reading... but I can't read his expression, he has a stone face. No laughing at the fact he's been staring at the page sixty nine for nearly two minutes now.

"Wendy. Could you please stop staring at your boyfriend and watch the front?" The professor asks.

No witty comment from Kenny... this is actually creepy, the fact he isn't responsive. Or I'm fairly certain he is but he isn't responding like he should, I know him.

"So you shall practice in pairs," the dada professor says.

"Professor, I don't feel so good," Kenny says.

"You just came from the hospital wing," Professor says.

Kenny nods and continues reading. It's so terrifying to see it's... it's awful.

~Time skip to about the end of class.~

"Remember, I'm here to teach you how to protect yourself from the dark wizards," the dada professor says.

"Bullshit," Kenny states.

"That's it! You've been talking bad about this class, constantly. Everyone else, I'm letting you out a little early, Kenny clearly can't wait to discuss this with me," The professor says.

He sounds calm. I smile at Kenny, take my stuff and leave the classroom. I lean against the wall to hear something, only to hear absolutely nothing but grim silence. Until about 7 to 10 minutes later, Kenny comes out.

"How was it?" I ask.

"Fine, fine. It was awesome," Kenny says.

He is keeping his head down and takes the thing he took ready for class.

"Kenny... are you okay?" I ask.

He nods.

"The professor just said that you said that our dada teacher... um... how do I say this? Tried to attack you?" I ask.

He shakes his head.

"Oh so she misunderstood or did you only think it happened?" I ask.

Kenny shrugs.

"Kenny! Oh my Godric, you're all right!" Kyle yells.

He speeds to Kenny and takes him into a long embrace.

"I'm so fucking glad that you're back!" Kyle says.

Kenny nods and hugs him back.

"So. What's going on?" Kyle asks.

Kenny shrugs.

"Kenny, hi," Stan says.

He's the least excited for Kenny's return, which is rather weird, considering how concerned he was just a few days ago.

"Hey Stan," Kenny says.

Stan sighs.

"What medication are you talking?" He asks.

It's his automatic question? No 'glad you're back' or anything alike?

"The ones they told me to take," Kenny says.

Stan immediately hugs Kenny after those words. What the fuck is going on here?

"Are you okay?" Kenny asks.

"No. Are you?" Stan asks.

There is a long silence before any words happen between them.

"No," Kenny finally says.

His eyes widen as if he didn't know he could say it.

"I knew it," Stan says.

There is a long silence again as Kenny continues to stare at this one spot on the ground.

"I am far from it," Kenny says.

Kyle nods.

"You especially. I don't exactly remember why the hell but I really think you should take care of yourself," Kenny says.

"You don't remember?" Stan asks.

"Stan, quit it, you are literally going on constant runs to point fingers," I say.

"But I'm fucking right," Stan says.

Kyle is quiet for a long while this time before he finally says something.

"It's the medication, isn't it?" He asks.

"I think it's him," Stan says, nodding towards the dada classroom.

"What prove do you have?" Kyle asks.

"A fucking eye witness. What do you have to prove him innocent?" Stan asks.

Kyle sighs,

"Innocent till proven guilty, I have my dads ministry work to thank for that mentality."

"But in a situation where someone is blamed, you're either saying the blamer is guilty of lying or The blamed is guilty of whatever they're blamed for. In truth, that morality never actually works," Stan says.

Kyle nods.

"It's hard for me to believe but fine," he says.

I nod, smiling at Stan and Kenny, both.

"We stand with you," I say.

"I... thank you?" Kenny asks.

"It's disturbing that he doesn't remember just the right parts of this puzzle. That's rather interesting. Isn't it?" Stan asks.

"I guess so," I say.

Kenny nods. His face is still stone and he hasn't made a joke. One of the only reason it's so easy to believe Stan.