**Kyle's POV**
I woke up dizzy.
Focus Kyle, focus.
I then heard singing. It was soft and pretty. Kinda like Stan. I walked towards the sound as it got louder. My feet seemed to make no sound. When It was loud enough I noticed a white figure.
"Excuse me, do you know where I am-" I was cut off when the figure turned around. It looked like an angel, literally.
"Kyle Brovloski, right?" It asked.
"Yea, me." I responded.
"I have an offer for you."
"Continue."
"The things you did for your world, would you like to become a guardian angel for you brother?"
"Is there another option by chance."
"Or go back home, but there is a 50/50 chance no one will remember you, not even Ike."
I then noticed where we were. We were on my street. I walked up to my house and looked into the living room window. It looked like my mom was about to have a talk with Ike.
"Ike, we need to talk. They found your brother." My mom said in an upset tone.
"Really?! Can I go see him?" Ike asked, excited.
"No bubby, I mean they found him dead."
His smile dropped. He started crying in his hands. I hadn't see him cry like this since he was 7 years old. He tried to deny it.
I couldn't see him like this.
I want to go back down there, and if he forgets me. Even better. That'll give him one less reason to cry. I looked at the angel.
"I want to go back." I said.
"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" The angel asked.
"Yes, yes I know."
"As you wish."
It was black again.
