Once he has Kyle up and out of the water, Deadpool looks around and sees...just the baths, glittering in the sunlight. No ladies, no snow, no truck, no Stan and Cartman. Just innocent lotus baths. It had all been in his head. Their heads. But it had felt so real.

He sits at the edge of the pool, knees up to his chest, and stares down into the water. If Kyle wasn't here, he might slip back in. Perhaps he would anyway at some point. As long as no one else got in with him, it seemed to be safe enough.

When he hears the crying behind him, he glances behind him. Without a word, he just reaches out and pats Kyle's back.