Part 10

"This whole thing still makes me shiver. How you got mixed up in this is beyond me...oh wait, you met your twin sister and there are more of you." Felix sassed, painting away whilst Helena and I were in his apartment. I hadn't actually told him about the 'clone' part yet, as far as he was concerned I was one of 3.

"Helena you're going to have to sit still if you want to get better!" My pleads for her to stay put were futile, she was wondering around the kitchen rummaging through cupboards looking for food whilst dried up blood was flicking about the place.

"Sarah please control that thing!" Felix my asked me soaked in worry, waving his paint brushes in his hands, trying to shield his new paintings from Helena's absent minded wondering. I shot him a look and he calmed back down, still hesitant, she crashed past him. His hand fell to his heart as if he thought he was going to die. Felix's house was the last place I should probably go, it was the first place they would look if they were going to get me if they weren't already on their way.

"Helena!" I shouted, she stopped in her tracks, looking about on the crowded counter and looked to me a face full of junk. I walked calmly over to her, sort of worried that she could suddenly pounce or something. I put my hands out, as if surrendering, she watched me carefully. Then she nodded. My fingers picked up the cotton and antiseptic type solution again that Felix now handed to me. The liquid poured out onto the bud and it soaked through. "This will only sting a little ok?" With little precision I blotted the cotton on the wound. She screamed pulling back in reflex, the food spat out on the floor and things crashed to the floor around her. Pressing herself to the counter side. "Helena, trust me that's as bad as it gets ok. We have to do this in case it gets infected." I barely knew anything about first aid or cuts, but TV had taught me that you had to at least clean it. Feet took me over to her, carefully dabbing the bud onto it. The red raw flesh around it looked painful. The bullet grazed through but it still looked as if it did the damage. I stroked the bud around it, soaking the excess blood and cleaning. Helena bit her bottom lip and closed her eyes whilst this happened. When I was just cleaning for the sake of cleaning she pushed me back. "Ok!" I said. She was more annoying than I had imagined. Next Felix plopped some wrapping and bandages on the side, careful of Helena and went back to paint again with this new found inspiration. The wrapping was placed on over some cream that I just applied, then stuck down with some bandage tape. It was surprising what sort of stuff Felix had in his house, probably got mixed up with the wrong people quite a lot. Once it was all done I dropped to Felix's sofa and closed my eyes, leaning my head back on the rest. There was the question that hadn't been answered yet, as always I wasn't one for obvious enquiries.

"Helena?" I said aloud, I could hear her moving around to get nearer to me. With a grunt she responded. "Who were they?" She sighed heavily and sat down. My eyes opened and looked to her across to the right of me.

"Bad." She said.

"But who, the DYAD institute?"

"Sheep." She had found some more food after she had spat hers out and was now eating it, cramming the something into her mouth.

"What do you mean?" Instead of relaxing I chose to sit forward, legs apart and hands held between them watching her. Helena was licking her fingers clean before having some more of whatever it was. It must have been some sort of sandwich but it looked too saucy and messy to be one.

"They were followers, not leaders. They were coming to get you sestra. But I kill them." Again she sucked on her finger tips, with a smile through messy teeth she looked to me. Disgusted a little I looked away, to Fe and then to my hands. He was still painting something.

"So someone sent them, who?" She finished it, wiping her sticky hands on her jeans.

"Baahhhh" She croaked out. It was useless, there was no point talking to her. She was too animal, too feral to even hold a proper conversation.

"Why can't you just tell me, meathead!" She jumped up over to me, leaning over and threatening me with her eyes.

"Don't call me this." This was different to the way I had imagined she was respond. There was obviously something deep routed in her for this to be offensive. She sat back down, still weary and ready for action.

"Well?" After I had calmed down from the small altercation, gulping, I looked to her.

"Another sestra." Did she mean clone? This grabbed my attention. There were only 8 right, Helena, Cosima, Alison, myself, and 4 others from Europe..were there 9 or did she mean Alison or Cosima? I tilted my head a little, frowning trying to get this together in my head.

"Like Alison?" I tried to give her eyes, as to not mention the C word around Felix, but somehow I knew this would be useless to try and tell her.

"Yes. Another one." Felix ignored this, choosing to play his music through headphones in an attempt to get rid of Helena's irritating accent.

"And they sent the men with guns?" Maybe Helena was just fucking about and didn't actually know. But why was she there to free me. Was she following me the whole way. I didn't even want to think about the car or Art right now. They wanted me not him.

"Yes. To get you."

"I get that Helena! But where were they going to take me?" She shrugged.

"I just know they were bad." I got flash backs to the bag being put over my head, seeing Art's face just before he was knocked out. I hope he was knocked out and not killed! The thought suddenly struck me, I hadn't even worried about that.

"Do you know who this sestra is?" I scooted closer to her on the large sofa, our knees almost touching. My head looked around to see Felix ignoring us still and in a hushed voice I continued. "Is she another clone?" Helena nodded, looking very seriously towards me.

"Can you feel it." Her breathing was heavy and deep reminding me of Dr. E in the same way. I looked to her with a deeper frown having absolutely no idea what she was on about.

"Urr feel what Helena?" She grabbed my head and pulled ours together, our foreheads touching before I could even protest.

"The connection." she whispered in a creepy sinister way. I broke free slapping her hands away and leaning back in the sofa feeling dirty all of a sudden.

"Get the fuck off me." I said, looking at her in outrage and then to Felix.

"You can't stay here you know?" He said, not being able to hear my reaction. Why did everyone say that to me. My fingers played with each other, interlocking and breaking free. My head way turning to going to get Kira and getting the fuck out of here. But I can't. I can't get her now and run away, because this will always be here. Plus 13 months, Mrs. S is going to fucking kill me. Whilst I thought to myself, Helena had gotten up and walked towards Fe's sliding door, taking the yellow screwdriver out and stepping outside. Confused I got off the seat, grabbed her green coat and followed her. My hands waved to Felix who just stared disapprovingly after me, coming over closing the door and yelling "Ciao!"

"Helena!" I called out down the hall seeing her walking just out of sight down the stairs. Pulling my black hoddie around me (Felix's stash of clothes), running a little bit to catch up with her. When I got to the top of the stairs I let out a cry, being shocked at the sight. Art stood there with a dishevelled bloodied face. He held Helena by the neck up against the wall beside him. She squirmed and fought back but his expression was transfixed on me a weird smile across his face.

"You have a lot of shit to explain Sarah Manning." He looked from Helena's face to my own, shaking his head slightly.

"Art you just have to chill ok."

"Don't Art me." He said, frustration and longing in his voice.

"Let her go and we can talk about this!" He paused, not doing what I said just for a second. Then after looking at the two of us again he let her go. Without a second thought Helena growled out, slamming him against the opposite wall, punching and kicking. He fought back, but I jumped forward crashing into the two of them and using my weight to push them apart.

"Enough!" I called out, holding Helena back. Art felt uneven so kicked out again, trying to land one on her face. She spat at him and this just made him more pissed. "Enough!" I shouted again. They calmed down, my hands on their chests pushing them apart. With tight breaths Art backed down, Helena still ready to rip his throat out. Still staring at her, I motioned for Art to get up the stairs. He resentfully went up them, and I held Helena back.

"Friend. You get me, friend not foe!" I made her understand, but who knew if she actually did or not. She hung back though, watching us, leaning against the wall. Art stumbled across the hall moaning. I ran up to him jumping the last step to his aid. A horrible feeling f awkwardness came over me; he knew I was not Beth, that I was Sarah. What else did he know? He came here, to Felix's house, did he follow, or get told or something. I ran my hand through my hair and sighed heavily, eyes widening and then returning to normal thinking about what he could possibly say.

"Are you ok?" I went to help him, putting my arms out checking with my eyes to see for wounds. There was blood everywhere, over his hands, dripping down his arms, his nose even had a droplet waiting for a push. He slapped my hands away. So I just stood there across the hall from him, looking at the sight before me. What the fuck had I gotten him into.

"I can't even.." He began. "Where do you even begin to make me understand what the hell that was?!" There was a pain evident in his face, as if even talking about it indirectly caused a pin through him.

"Art...I don't even-" I begah, trying to formulate words, sentences, anything to say. The jig was up, but how much did he know. I couldn't say anything, nothing at all in case he only knew my name.

"Save it Bet-Sarah. Where is Beth?" The anger in his voice ripped through the hall, echoing around me. I gulped, not prepared for this at all, still not having my shit together, only getting out of the prison this morning. How did I even answer, that I couldn't just say it, I couldn't do her the disrespect. But then again, I had taken her identity and pretended to be dead myself. At least Vic is out of the picture. He moved away as soon as it happened to 'find himself', probably found himself in many girls by now.

"She's urrr..dead." I said in a big expulsion of breath. Art didn't even look surprised he just looked to the floor, his mouth curled up at the corner.

"I know, I saw the body." He came out with after a second, his hands put on his hips and stared. Immediately I though that he couldn't have seen the body, and even the idea that I was on that slab passed through me, before I realised it really was her body in the morgue. He shook his head, a little bit of blood running down his lip. "What I don't get is-" His tone changed, softer, still pissed but not as angry. "How you are here, you look just like Beth. Exactly like her. And that one." He roughly pointed to the stair case, Helena still stood there leaning on the wall, poking her face out of her now up green fur rimmed hood; exactly the one I described. "Triplets? The thing is I would love to believe that if I didn't find another body, in a gravel crusher in the new query on the outskirts, ripped to shit, just finger prints to go by." For the next words coming out of his mouth he turned to me, hands staying put. "Finger prints matching one Kati-ya Obing-ger, who looks exactly like you. You, Beth and that animal." Again his hand motioned towards her. She bit in the air, and he flinched a little bit.

"Art you are talking crap, you're wounded let me help." I pleaded wanting to change the subject.

"They beat me Beth. No Sarah. That's how I knew you were Sarah. They took me; a fucking homicide detective was taken and beaten trying to get information. At first I thought you had nothing to do with it, Beth, just an innocent detective. You had your shit, we all do, but this... They kept asking me; 'Who is Sarah Manning' 'Who is Sarah Manning' and I kept telling them I don't know. Then they beat me some more." I couldn't take this, I couldn't take anymore of this. It was just a institute, an innocent fucking mental hospital. But then again, as much as I'd love to believe that that shit was innocent, I was a clone. A god damn clone with at least 8 versions of myself. Totally normal. I shouldn't be surprised with this, but I didn't want to know the truth anymore. I just wanted to get my revenge on these people for doing this, get Kira and get the hell out.

"Art stop!" I pleaded again. But he stood up straight staring at me, his eyes red. Suppressing tears.

"No I can't! She's dead. She'd dead and you sick fuck took her identity!" He went to hit me and I fell back, ready to take it for what I had done. Helena grabbed him by the arms and pulled him back, pinning him against her and the wall. This was not like him, or maybe it was, I had known him so little but felt like I always had.

"I'm sorry! I'm fucking sorry!" I said, shielding my face with my hands, shaking.

"Alright alright, what the hell is this?!" Felix flung open his door, stood in just an apron and naked underneath. His head phones hanging around his neck, his expression wide eyed as if he had just seen a ghost, as if the one image he never wanted to see again was in front of him. Art stared back, never having seen Felix before, especially in nothing but an apron, Helena smiled widely at him. "What the fuck is goin' on?" He jumped out of the room, standing in front of me in some kind of protective barrier. Although he could not protect anyone with his lanky skinny build. He was loyal and brave I had to give him that. I pushed past him, more protecting him. I had got my shit together now, I had to protect Fe.

"Fe get back. It's ok." I pleaded to him this time, it was all I seemed to do.

"No I will not, this guy is covered in blood and your shakin' what the blood hell is going on." I turned around to Felix on his chest my hands in fists, my head leaning on him. Tears started to form in my eyes and I moaned out a little bit. He wrapped his arms around me, staring at Art with a deadly expression.

"What did I do Fe. I fucked up. I fucked it all up." Helena let go of Art, and he stood there calming down and watching me, confused as hell. "I thought I met my family, I found my story you know. And then this happens." Felix stroked my hair and shh'd me.

"It's ok. Come back in side. Leave this dirty man outside." Art looked sour at Felix's remark, getting his anger back.

"No he needs to know. So do you." I admitted, pulling away from him and walking into the house. Felix came after me.

"What do you mean? What haven't you told me?" I was walking faster than him so he raised his voice. "What have you got yourself into now."

Helena sat down oblivious to all of the emotions in the room, anger, suspicion, sadness, confusion, whilst she sat there thoroughly entertained by what I was about to say. In her hands she had some sort of food again, sinking into the small chair, her boots up on the coffee table. Felix would normally protest but all he wanted was more than need to know. He stood behind me by his painting subconsciously protecting it with his arms crossed across his chest. Art sat down on the opposing side of the sofa, confused his arms too wrapped around him but more in a hurt and comforting way. Again I was sat legs apart, hands between clutching and interlocking fingers.

"How about you start from where you stole her identity." This came from Art in a calm and calculated way, not anger or fume fuelled. To be honest I was weird how cool he was being all of a sudden. Again my phone—Beth's phone buzzed in my pocket, I rammed it somehow and it stopped.

"No, there is more to it than that..I'll say what I have to say and then you talk, its a long story." No one said anything, the only noise in the room was the sigh of cars out on the main road and Helena's teeth chomping away. "Ok, so I'm Sarah manning and I was born some where in England, I am an orphan, until Miss S my foster mother and Fe" I looked to him just slightly not enough to lock eyes. "-Felix took me in. When I was 12 we moved to the USA, here in New York. Anyway, later down the line I got involved in some shit and decided to run away from it..."

"Yeah 10 months of hell, no phone calls, no emails, nothing!" Felix spat in anger, I know he wasn't still angry at me, but this was the first real time I had seen him before I explained the whole twin thing before I was institutionalised. I motioned with my hands for him to shut the fuck up, even if it was a valid point.

"Fe...when I came back I was going to see my daughter Kira and take her away, get away from myself where I could provide for her like a real mum. But when I got here I met Beth." It hurt a little bit to say her name, when it happened I just ran, I didn't think, I just went straight back to her house and played her role, not thinking just doing. It hadn't quite hit me that she was dead until now. I paused for a moment, letting it sink into Arthur too who was sat in the exact same position. Felix had now walked around to the kitchen found the biggest bottle of alcohol he had and poured some glasses out, handing them to Art, who didn't take it straight away, to me and then to himself. "I mean I supposed it's hard to explain how you feel when you see yourself, but not yourself or a reflection right in front of you. Aside from wear and tear and clothes she looked exactly like me. But I was an orphan how could I have a relative right, or a twin? So she came over to me talked to me and told me we needed to go out for drinks. I was so wasted I have no idea what she said anymore, but essentially we aren't...we aren't exactly, not sisters in the normal sense.

"Clones." Helena whispered in a way that made the air freeze and our minds stop thinking for a moment. She looked excitedly from each of us to the next. Art took this for a moment and then shook his head laughing, then looked to me.

"Clones. You expect me to believe that you are clones?!" His face was comical and amused but his words were dead. I gave him an expression I can only describe as confused agreement. But when he finished what he said he changed, really putting the pieces back together, thinking through everything he already knew about the German, the Ukrainian, the British one and Beth...he really thought it through and I think he must have understood. Felix hadn't said anything, just gulped his drink down in one, pouring another.

"So yeah. Clones. Look I don't know much about this shit either. I admit I took her identity she had a cool life, but after I had known her for a few weeks, after I had slept with her, ate with her and got to know her. You can't blame me for meeting my damn clone, someone who is exactly like me genetically but completely different. She had it all. Then she killed herself."

"Nah nah, that is not Beth at all. Beth would not be so stupid." Art protested but I silenced him with my next words.

"That is what we are trying to figure out, why she did it, and whether this Maggie Chan business made her do it. Even I knew her Art, it was some weird connection and I was there the moment she fucking jumped. The moment she fucking died." The image of it, her body slamming against the front was burned into my brain the moment it happened (Aside from the temporary memory loss) and would never leave me until I died myself.

"Let's get rid of the elephant in the room, Helena is a clone, not a relative?" Felix finally said something after all of this silence. Each of us looked to her, chomping away, smiling like a child would to all of us and then focusing on her food.

"Yeah." I said, thinking about that for a moment. What ever this was, we were all so different. "There is this company called DYAD, they are like an umbrella company having schools, research centres, universities and institutions all under their name. We think they made us, they researched and developed human embryo and cloned them. We are lab rats in some fucked up experiment." I let this sink in too. "Before Beth died she figured out that she had a monitor, a sort of blind researcher who would give her medical examinations in her sleep, report to the DYAD about the results and never leave her side. She realised that it was Paul her boyfriend-"

"That shady piece of shit." Art said. "Hot Paul? The sick bastard." Said Felix. He had met him once when Paul had dropped me as Beth off at work, when I was really meeting Fe.

"Yeah. So as well as being in this experiment, all of our lives we have been watched, probed, violated and scrutinised in every aspect of our lives. Maybe that's what drove her over the edge. As far as I was concerned though I didn't have a monitor, I was an orphan before Miss S adopted me, unless she was it? But she hadn't seen me in 13 months, she would be a shit monitor. Then it clicked, this whole time Dr. Leekie knew I was a clone, knew that there were others, that these people were real from my stories. Why did he want to know so much about them? My phone buzzed in my pocket again. This time I pulled it out, showing it to them in the palm of my hand before answering it on loudspeaker.

"Sarah, where are you is everything alright? What did Art tell you?" Art looked to me at the mention of his name.

"Yeah urr I'm ok, just at Felix's house with Art and Helena."

"Helena?" Cosima replied, confused. "Why are you there, that's where they got you-"

"Yeah yeah I know alright. At the meeting DYAD came with fucking guns and trucks and tried to kidnap me. They knocked and tortured Art. Helena must have been followin' or something as she saved my life. I'm explaining the whole clone thing now.

"What!?" Cosima shouted, then regained herself. "I'm on speaker?" In a whisper tone as if they couldn't hear her if she was quiet she said; "Itch-ney on the clone-ey. First-ey rule-ey." I smiled slightly.

"Well that went to shit I am sorry. Art deserved some answers alright. He had been through a lot." Art seemed to accept what had happened to him that day and bowed his head. This was all bigger than him, all way too big for him to comprehend. Felix had now came around the sofa and sat his bare ass in between us. His arms came around my back and cuddled me in.

"That's ok. What is the plan, are you going to come back?" Cosima asked, a little high pitched moan in the background from Alison. "I've got to go back to university. Exam are coming up.."

"It's ok, urr we will find some place. Felix's isn't safe. I'm going to keep trying to understand why Beth did it and then I'll update you." I offered her this option.

"That's great, just make sure you aren't seen by anybody. DYAD haven't released the news that you are missing yet but every cop in the city will be looking for you." Art hadn't been home long enough or out of their hands long enough to know to be on the look out, but De Angela's would be so happy about this. Finally a chance to get Beth out of the department and get a promotion herself.

"Ok. Thanks. Good luck on your exam things."

"Thank you." Cosima hung up the phone. I looked about to them.

"That's urr Cosima, she's a clone too. A science geek doing like some evolution degree at Minnesota. As well Alison, another clone, soccer mum was in the back ground. Art shook his head.

"Hold up. Need to know alright." Art pleaded holding his ears shut. Fair enough, I thought plunging the phone back in my pocket.

"Fe, we need to get out of here. I'll figure out somewhere to go alright, just...check on Kira for me." I handed him my number on the back of a beer mat on his table and got up. "Any ideas?" I said, talking mainly to Helena, who was still smiling. She stood up dropping whatever she was eating to the floor and nodded. I shrugged my shoulders to Art, who was getting up too. Felix got up, and wrapped his arms around my shoulders, holding tight, his head on my head.

"Just come back this time alright. Please, don't run away again." He said, forgetting everyone was here, it was just us too. If it wasn't for the fact Felix's pale ass was in Art's face, he might have found the situation sentimental. Anywhere is a better place than the institute, I thought to myself letting go of Felix and walking to the door. When we got to the stairs there was a flash of red and blue from the staircase window. Without thinking I ran back into the room, grabbing Art and Helena and taking them to Fe's bedroom.

"Cops." I said, Felix motioned for his bedroom window, with the fire escape as he pulled some tight jeans on and a t-shirt. I yanked it open, pulling the horizontal frame over my head and above me, holding it up whilst Art and Helena climbed out. The window was yellow from age and smoking so would shield us if we stayed. But I had no intention of staying, it was too risky. I climbed out too, jumping onto the high metal level, pulling the window down with me as I went. Locking it shut with a clunk. Below were police cars filing into the small alley way, but there were only a maximum of two or three, probably not even DYAD, probably not even for me or Felix. Better safe than sorry. "Helena, take us to the safe place ok?" I asked, whilst climbing down the sharp metal stairs. The various aches and bruising I had from the tunnel had gone now, or at least I had been too distracted t notice the. Helena jumped down from the bottom ladder looking around furiously in her own way. I jumped down too pulling up my hood, followed by Art.

"I've got my car." He said, pulling keys out of his jacket with his bloodied hand. It wasn't parked in the alley way thank god, but in a side street. Probably wise to not park a registered incognito cop car in a shady drug dealers alley. He checked the coast was clear and we all ran across the wide road, taxi's and civilian cars lined up at the red lights. I avoided all of their eyes. Helena's hood was up but her curiosity lead her to look. None of the drivers were watching her thank god. Just as we got back onto the pavement there was a cry of sirens down at the other end of the road opposite to us. We picked up the pace starting to run the small block to the side road. Just as we grazed the corner and pretended to look at a corner shop window the police car flashed past, blearing it's cry. Why were their more? Following this was big black tinted trucks. Fuck. We started to pick up the pace again, but Art's car was only two cars down. He unlocked it with his electric key and we jumped in, Helena and I in the back where the windows were dark. We just sat for a moment watching the vans and cars go past each playing their harsh tune. Quickly she put the car in drive and pulled off, turning in the road away from them.

"Where are we going?" Art said, loading up his GPS just in case. Helena leaned forward grabbing the back of the drivers chair with her hands, unnerving him. She gave everyone that same nervous feel and she enjoyed it. In his ear she whispered numbers whilst he drove, coordinates to where we were supposed to be going. He plotted them in with his finger tip on the device and re routed us. We both leaned back in the chairs and let him drive. Out of the glove box he pulled some tissues and was wiping the blood from his face and neck. Each tissue he used he dropped to the passenger side. At the traffic lights he found some wet wipes from somewhere and started to use those, feeling refreshed and cleaner than he was. I just watched him, being able to keep his shit together after what he just learned, after finding out his partner is dead. Helena's fingers were pressed against the window, outlining building with the tips, breathing twice on it, and through the steam drawing them out. I just watched her for a second, somehow this was exactly what I thought she would be like. A docile animal with a childish curiosity and imagination but an adult like need to protect and defend. Maybe she didn't have a childhood, maybe she is living in now in blissful ignorance. As Helena was drawing a man on a police motorcycle with helmet and glasses pulled up next to us in the traffic lights. Art quickly brushed the tissues to the floor, and I grabbed Helena pulling her down out of the windows sight. The police officer looked into the back of the car and then the front to Art. Art smiled and waved slightly and looked straight ahead of him again, tensing his jaw. The police officer didn't look away, just kept staring in. Although I couldn't actually see his eyes through his glasses, he could have been looking right into me. The lights turned green and Art sped off burning up the engine slightly but pulling away as quickly as he could. The police officer was intending to go right and so did, drifting away from us in slow motion. I let go of Helena who was trying to bite my hand from holding her down.

"Bad man." I said to her, she understood and let go of her resentment towards me.

We just kept driving for a bit, it seemed to take a while to get across the city. It was coming to the evening now, dark winter skies falling around us, illuminated orange slightly by the buildings lights. I was a city girl but it was still sad to see nature and stars, and not be able to see them properly. Like a veil of fake orange was around us. Holding us down. Eventually Art slowed down, pulled up onto the pavement and down into a small area. I looked out of the window and saw only old mangled storage garages. He put the car in park and turned off the engine. Now it was dark outside, just street lights and moonlight to go by. The police hadn't caught up with us or come on Art's radar so we knew the coast was clear. Helena got out first, Art had tried to open the door for her but she pushed it into him, jumping out and around to my side. Art withheld his anger for the moment, and ignored this.

"Here." She said, touching up a slightly moist storage door, her hands explored its corrugated surface and found the handle, unlocking it somehow with a key she had on her and pulling it up into the ceiling. Inside it looked like an average garage with tools, her motorcycle was still at the house I realised then, but there were tyre marks where it had been. We went inside, Art did not follow, he held onto the top of the door with one hand, the other in his jacket pocket.

"I'm gonna leave you guys too it, I've got to sort myself out. If you need me...call." He said, before walking back to his car. Before he got in I came after him.

"Thanks." I said, looking to floor to avoid the sentiment. He avoided my eyes too. "For saving us." I finalised, and held onto the door now, ready to pull it down.

"Don't mention it." This would have been a generic response but something told me I really shouldn't mention this to him ever again. Slowly as he pulled away I closed the garage door, dropping it carefully to the floor. As it clicked shut a light came on from somewhere, Helena was by a switch and an energy saving light bulb came into life. Under it she stood, her face contrasting with the faint yellow, accentuating her hollow cheeks and red baggy eyes. It was too creepy to watch so I looked away and to the storage. At the back past all of the general stuff was a fenced off area which she stood in front. I pushed past her, seeing first shelves stacked with random shit, dolls, papers, tin boxes, board games, old food, CD's, barbies. On the floor was a make shift bed, with old mouldy foam, below a sleeping bag and pillow. I looked to Helena. She really was roughing it. She sat down on her bed, really only big enough for one, but somehow I squeezed in too. Looking around.

"Thanks." I said to her this time. She smiled at the floor, this made her so happy that she flung her arms around me holding me so tight. I fought her off and threatened her if she did it again, she sat back in her place head down to the floor. My eyes looked around again, to one shelf with a bit of white shiny paper sticking off of he edge. I pulled it out and looked at the photo then to the back. 'Socrates'.

A/N Please review, I have great plans and need to know peope are interested to read them otherwise I'll stop :) x