A/N: Just something I wrote up after listening to 'All You Wanted' by Michelle Branch. Enjoy~

How long had it been since she walked these streets? There were so many memories in this town the young woman wasn't even sure why she came back. Her life was busy lately, every day scheduled- technically she didn't even have time to be here. She was missing an important meeting for this, but she had to come back. She had to come see him one last time.

The sun was starting to get low in the sky, sinking behind the tall buildings as she walked. A few times a brief smile crossed her lips as a certain memory crossed her mind. Stopping in front of the decaying apartment building a frown appeared now and her brow wrinkled. The owners had died just after she moved away- she had come back for the funeral even though she hadn't known them very well.

The woman knew that there were still a few tenants remaining, because he was one of them. Slowly she opened the door and took a breath, it looked better on the inside than the outside- even though you could still see that he needed a lot of work done. The patter of footsteps could be heard upstairs but she didn't pay them any mind. Instead she headed down the hallway, pausing in front of the door at the end.

Inside, from what she could remember, there would be a bed off to the side and a couch opposite it with a TV in front of it. The walls were a faded blue and the carpet was a dirty white. She knocked gently.

"Go away!" The voice was rough and she closed her eyes. She should have stayed longer, but there were just so many things to do…She tried the knob- it was unlocked. Gently she pushed the door open and stepped inside, covering her mouth and nose. There was old takeout containers and dirty dishes everywhere.

His eyes slowly moved away from the TV to the intruder and his eyes got wide. "W..what are you doing here?"

She took a step closer, he looked awful. He looked like he hadn't slept in weeks and he was pale. They had died almost a year ago but looking at him you would think they had died last week. "I had to come check on you."

"You shouldn't have come."

"But here I am…" Her hand had fallen back down to her side as she watched him with a steady gaze.

"Is he with you?" The man asked, looking behind her a moment.

"No, he's not with me Arnold. Not this time."

"Why didn't he come too?"

"He…he's busy, he had something he couldn't get out of, but he'll come visit soon." She lied. He wasn't going to ever visit, not after last time. They were supposed to be best friends and she had tried so hard to get Gerald to see reason, but he was stubborn- worse than her. Maybe one day she could get him to forgive and forget.

"Oh.." The looked in his eyes pained her. "Well, tell him I said 'Hi'."

"Of course I will." She moved closer and moved a few things out of the way to sit beside him on the couch. He was her first love, the man she had thought that she would end up with- would marry and have a family with. Alas that wasn't in the cards for them – not in this universe.

"Aren't you busy too?" Her eyes were on the room as he asked her the question. She would stay a few days, clean up, try and get him back to normal…or on his way to normal.

Helga reached over and took his hand gently. It felt cool to the touchy. "Not too busy for you." She said softly.