A/N: Here's another update for this story. It's fairly short again but please review it.

Disclaimer: Once again, I do not own High School Musical (which you should have guessed by now). I do own Helen.

Chapter 10

As we entered the pub all heads turned towards us. It was awful. Most of them had probably been at the beach yesterday. I looked around and saw Helen. She waved to me. I turned to look at Sharpay but noticed she'd gone off with someone she'd met previously. I walked over to the bar, got a drink and went and found Helen. Once again, she was alone.

'Hey' I said as I sat down next to her.

'Hey I'm sorry about what happened to you.'

'Thanks.'

'I'm going back to the library now. Want to come? I don't like thinking of you out there by that wood.'

'Ok.'

I told Sharpay where we were going and said she could come by the local library when she was finished here.

When we got to the library, Helen let us in. The sight I saw as I walked through the door shocked me. When I had been here last time the books had been arranged neatly on the shelves now lay scattered on the floor. Some of the pages had been ripped.

'What happened here?' I asked Helen.

'I don't know. She's probably had a funny turn.'

'Who?'

'No-one.'

'Helen is there something you're not telling me?'

'No. There's nothing. Come on upstairs to where I live?'

I followed her upstairs. As we entered her flat, I saw that it too had been trashed.

'Shall I fix us a drink?' asked Helen.

'Sure' I said.

I walked over to the coffee table and looked at what had been scattered across it. There, lay open a book I picked it up and turned it over. The title was 'Tracing Family Trees'. I turned it back and looked at the pages, they were all about gathering information to start. I put it down and looked at the papers on the coffee table. They were all about the local wood. Newspaper cuttings highlighted an incident that had happened there in 1906. I skim read them. It appeared that there had been a fire that had destroyed a woodcutter's house in the small clearing. The family had all died. The police had ended up treating it as an accident, although they'd originally thought it suspicious. I continued looking through the papers and came to some that mentioned my family name. These were handwritten, probably by Helen. A clatter behind me made me turn around. It was Helen coming in with our drinks.

'I thought you didn't know anything about the woods,' I said accusingly, pointing at the numerous papers on the table.

'Ryan, if only you understood.'

'How can I, if you pretend you know nothing?'

'You shouldn't have looked at them. They're private.' said Helen angrily, as she started picking them up and putting them together.

'It's my family.'

'Hey there's one missing. You haven't taken it have you?'

'No. What did it look like?'

'It was a family tree. Yours.'

'I saw that earlier. Sharpay and I went to the clearing and took a look. It was on the table in there.

'She took it'

'Who?'

'Never mind. Oh well! I'm going to bed now. You can sleep on the couch if you want.'